Trying to get into some sort of routine. Not quite achieving it yet.
Eating my body weight in Easter chocolate. My son doesn’t like Easter eggs. And he received about 15 of them! Which means that his chocoholic, sleep deprived Mum is munching her way through them.
I am a believer that things happen to us for a reason. Obstacles and difficulties are lessons in disguise.
It can be hard to justify pain and poverty and often life can just seen so unfair. Some people suffer more than offers, often it’s a postcode lottery; depending where, when and to whom in the world you were born.
I have written a series of posts about a recent trauma I went through experiencing secondary postpartum haemorrhage.
I find writing helps me to make sense of my feelings and hope it can help anybody going through something similar.
I think us women are prone to giving ourselves a hard time.
Weight is a big issue for a large percentage of the ladies I know. Many of us are constantly on a diet, watching our weight, signing up to gym memberships and chasing the ‘perfect body’.
Pregnancy the second time around is a whole different experience. I do not know how people do it three, four, five times! Maybe it’s the sheer fatigue taking over but I cannot imagine having more than two children!
My three year old feels increasingly challenging at the moment. I’m sure he senses that I don’t have much energy so is running rings around me! I feel guilty that I don’t have the energy to do more activities with him at home or take him out more but I am trying my best. It won’t be forever.
Motherhood. It is undoubtedly a different experience for every women. Although we share common challenges and learning curves, defining Motherhood is something that is very unique to each of us.
This story is continued from my last post, The Trauma of a Difficult Birth.
I stayed in hospital for four days after Thomas was born. Much of it was a blur, I was tired and ill. I remember the feelings of joy, pride and disbelief mixed in with the fear and pain. I couldn’t believe my beautiful baby was finally here, he was all mine and I was responsible for looking after him. People talk about the intense you feel for your baby instantly, nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of love I felt surge through my body.
In this post I open up about the trauma of a difficult birth. If you are squeamish it probably isn’t one for you…
I had a wonderful pregnancy; very little morning sickness and I didn’t put much extra weight on. The only thing I struggled with was pelvic pains towards the end as my bump was so huge and swollen feet and ankles (or cankles!). People commented on how I was glowing and I did feel on top of the world for most of it. It really is a miracle to feel your baby growing inside you.
Here it is again… guilt.
I feel so guilty leaving my baby this morning that I want to cry. My nearly two year old is going through a very clingy “Mamma” phase at the moment, it’s sweet and makes me feel very loved but it also makes it so difficult to leave him to go to work.