Letting go  – Our booby weaning journey at 8 months

You would be forgiven for thinking that I had a ‘problem’ child, a ‘bad’ boy who didn’t ‘sleep through’ – but you would be wrong. I actually don’t care that he didn’t sleep through. I never really cared, yes sometimes you could stand a spoon up in my coffee and yes sometimes I would apply three layers of under eye concealer, but ultimately it really never bothered me that he didn’t fit in with our archaic western ideals of a baby, the baby that would sleep through. This is why I (or we as parents) haven’t announced to anybody that we have now weaned our little boy off the boob. The milk bar is closed, the jugs are empty, my massive mammaries are minimising. View Post

Leap 6: Wonder weeks developmental leap

And how as they develop so do we

Leap 6 has come at me from all angles, add on top the fact he started commando crawling like an army veteran at 7 and a half months and all my precious time has evaporated. I think there was one point last month when I wrote quite the smug blog post about how my brain had started to return to normal (post baby fog) and how I thought I might be writing lots of consistent blog posts. Well hey, I tempted fate didn’t I!? View Post

The Postpartum Special

We all know the pregnancy symptoms, we all had apps simultaneously telling you how dismal its going to get towards the end. But what we don’t always think to google is the postpartum symptoms. Now i’m not talking the 6 week symptoms (Chinese burns, sweaty bettys, toilet worries, sleep deprivation and hormonal hell (you know, I know you know)) i’m talking about the long game… let me share with you my ten 6 months postpartum myths, truths and lessons learnt View Post

I’m not one for nostalgia. I like to look forward and embrace the new, new days, fresh starts. However, through the power of my smart phone, and the suggestion from social media Thursdays have become throwbacks where we are encouraged to delve back through time to the past… and thus I find myself indulging in a little throwback this July Thursday. Oti is asleep next to me have an incredibly early morning nap (7:45am) and Mr B is off out the door to go earn the bacon. So I’m staying put for now, unlike me to lounge in bed, but I’m stealing sometime to share with you July 2016. View Post

I’m sitting in semi dark, blackout blinds pulled down, lights off. It’s early on a July Saturday, it’s sunny outside (I think) but I need to stay in this gloom. Mr B is sleeping soundly next to me and the cat has found his spot in the nursery. And where is the baby at 8:00am on a Saturday morning? He’s asleep in my arms as I awkwardly type this blog on my phone. He’s had a rough night, waking 5 times screaming, not a whimper, not a gurgle, a blood curdling scream from the bottom of his heart. Mr B has helped me out and gone to get him and brought him to me all night. Not much but booby would comfort him, only mumma can help.  View Post