He woke at 5.30 this morning. He does that a lot, but usually I can get him back to sleep. Some cuddles while sucking on the boob and he usually drifts off and I can get another hour in bed, if I’m lucky. But this morning it was not to be. After half an hourContinue reading “A Free Evening”
Trying to find my own voice in a crowded momisphere.
My inside was his entire world for 9 months. The least I can do is continue to be his entire world for a few months on the outside too.
I can’t tick all the boxes that I laid out for myself twenty years ago. But life isn’t about ticking boxes.
Suffering not in silence through the pain of beginning to breastfeed.
During the first few months of my new life with a new life, I wrote random pieces and snippets. Small glimpses into the mind of a new mother, trying to deal with the realities and pain that is all part and parcel of the journey. I plan to edit, compile and share them. This isContinue reading “Seven Weeks In as a New Mum.”