When I look at the baby through my hoodie hole, she smiles at me. Big. I don’t want to be cheered up but I can’t help it. This is why I don’t run away and why I don’t quit.
Why will my child only eat white things? I swore I would never make ‘alternative meals’ again (almost as bad as ‘alternative facts’) but found myself angrily slapping together cheese sandwiches and globbing yogurt into bowls.
I so badly want to be a more relaxed parent. One who can leave dishes in the sink and run around in the backyard after dinner. Unfortunately, as a recovering perfectionist and new mother of two, the kitchen is the only thing I can control in my life. So I NEED to have those dishes done or I’ll twitch.
Social Media is not real. Or maybe it’s a half-truth like a little white lie. Arguably it’s more like a one-hundreth of the truth.
A few short thoughts (because that’s all I’m capable of) on the less-than-Glamourous-yet-magical time of life with a newborn. Bottles. boobs and maternity-wear.
So yes, I had the right pump and a tin of formula, but the main tool that helped make breastfeeding a success the second time around is me and my open mind.
When I say minimalist parenting, I’m not talking about it in the sense that we need to cull some toys, but instead that we trash the idea of perfection.
This is not a story about controlled crying. It’s a story about how I found a combination of gentle methods to teach my daughter to self-settle. You would think sleep is something humans would do naturally because it’s so essential to our development.
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Postnatal depression; the gift I never asked for or wanted. Fighting my way through it made me stronger but now I might have to face that adversary again.
Before they became meme’s, pins or life hacks, advice was passed down from generation to generation. Here are some low-tech tips from my Grandma.
I attempted to board my flight to Sydney yesterday and the attendant stopped me, asked how many weeks pregnant I was, snatched my doctor’s certificate, and studied it suspiciously. “Wait here,” she said.