Please, please, PLEASE - I will do anything if you just LET ME SLEEP! I’m at my wits end and would do almost anything for a few hours in a row.
Today the little man is one month, but instead of the usual "everything is happy days photo" I'm posting this one...
Today I'm tired, you have been on me since 5am and it doesn't seem like you will be moving anytime soon. So instead of getting angry or upset I just sat here thinking how special this actually is...
Mama, when you feel pushed to no end, I see beauty and bravery.
If only you could see yourself through my eyes, I think you’d be rather surprised.
I see beauty and bravery and so much glow.
By Lou Marx
Dear New Mama.
There will come a time where all of this is a distant memory. But in the beginning...There will be waves, joy, despair, Anxiety.
Who am I weaning him for REALLY? I’m not sure it’s for him or me. Rather some abstract idea of the way things should be.
I wonder what would happen, If I just let things be, allow things to happen, more naturally. Not coerce, or force, but wait. Patiently.
This is normal. This is real life. It’s a sign of what it just accomplished. Out and proud my friends.
One day my turn will come, to have a magazine worthy house, we're making memories excuse the dust.
We’re so busy making memories that you’ll have to excuse the dust. If you come for a visit, averting your eyes is a must.
My firstborn, I missed you and longed for you, sometimes just you.
You needed me in your core and my core was already being divided. It was harder than I ever imagined.
That first year, the year that two became three. No more hot tea.
My darling, you're fortunate to have the very best Daddy.
He won’t ever know the feeling of your tiny body wriggling inside his belly reminding him of your increasing presence, but he eagerly placed his giant hands on Mummy’s stomach in an attempt to connect with you.
It's ok if you don't want to wear these stripes like badge of honour.
It's ok to not love the scars that gave you your daughter. It's ok to not feel grateful for them in spite of the women who pray for them.It's ok to look in the mirror and not recognize this body and wonder if these negative thoughts you'll overcome.
One day I will look you in the eye & tell you the honest truth.
One day I will look you in the eye and tell you the honest truth.
I'll let you in on a little secret.
Want to know?
What would happen if we looked after ourselves the way we look after our kids?
Imagine how we’d feel if we mothered the child in each of us the same way we do our kids.
Or in contrast, imagine if we treated our kids the way we sometimes treat ourselves.
By our talented contributing writer Lou Marx.
You were never a twinkle in my eye.
You were more a nervous twitch, that never went away, a tugging in my heart that I wanted to ignore, because I wasn't 'motherly'. I didn't start to long for you until it became clear I might not ever meet you.
I didn't love it all.
I didn't love being pregnant but I loved knowing we shared the same body as you grew for 40 weeks, your heart right next to mine. I didn't love my leaking, swollen, stretched, slow, heavy and sore postpartum body. But I loved knowing it had carried you here safely, earth-side.
This is what I will remember Mama.
Dear Mama,
I don’t remember if our house was big or small or if we rented or owned.
I don’t remember if you had a fancy car, or if we had to take the bus.
By Jess Urlichs.
I’m guilty of saying this to my husband after a hard day.
It’s hard to sometimes not feel resentful that he gets to switch off from the craziness round here and pursue his career, or that he can eat his lunch in peace without being watched, whinged at, grabbed at or having to share it (if I eat at all).
I visualized motherhood in so many ways other than how it played out.
I wanted to conceive quickly & easily.
It took 2 years, surgery & many failed pregnancy tests.
I wanted a fit active, pregnancy.
I could barely walk, gained nearly 30kgs.
Please baby, don't ever change.
