3 hours of fun with my toddler 

Today I took Luca to the doctors. He has been coughing for about a month. He’s been in good spirits but a month is a long time for a cough. I know I’ll be greeted as a hypochondriac but better safe than sorry.  My husband suggested for us to go  to the doctors and then … [Read more…]

Don’t worry, be happy 

After being depressed for so long, and finally admitting it, (more like exploding it out of my mouth), I found myself wondering why I couldn’t be happy.  My friend asked me “why are you unhappy? you have two beautiful kids, and a loving husband”. I do. I should be thankful for it all.  I couldn’t … [Read more…]

Yes…You can still have PND and love your children. 

I used to be greeted with  frowns and “oh” when I would tell people I have postnatal depression, I knew what they were thinking…and some of them would actually say it.. “Did you hurt your children?” Actually no. I didn’t. I don’t. My parenting style is gentle and I don’t even smack my kids. In … [Read more…]

Love ❤️

I wrote a blog earlier in a week about husbands being c*nts  (Don’t know why I censored it). My husband got a bit mad at me… Okay he got a lot mad, and I guess rightfully so.  Although for me it was tongue in cheek and my friend and I were just having a little … [Read more…]

After everything I’ve been through, I deserve it and so do you.

I have struggled. Lord knows I have struggled because I have written about it in nearly every blog. I have struggled much like others but I don’t want to struggle anymore. I have forgotten so many times to enjoy these moments. To take it all in. At this moment, that is all I wanted to do, I wanted to hug my little girl. I hugged her and I cried.

My Husband, I’ll C U Next Tuesday

I am one of those people who gush about how perfect their husband is. How he is a great dad… And all those mushy feelings *gag* But don’t be fooled. Sometimes my husband is a toddler. Sometimes he drives me crazy and I want to put a fork in his eye. SOMETIMES – babe if … [Read more…]

Catastrophising mumma

Sometimes after a feed, I lie in bed at night, around 4am and thoughts start to trickle through my head. I cannot exactly control them, even though I try not to think about it. I call them my little gifts from anxiety, keeping me in check to make sure I am still on my toes. … [Read more…]

Formula has kept me breastfeeding 

Fed is best. I know that saying makes a few people angry and their eyes twitch, but it is. Now I’m not saying to feed your baby condensed milk or bread dipped in water, but sometimes when I tell people that I mix feed occasionally, that’s how they’ll look at me. Not all. Some people … [Read more…]

Good enough 

When I was a kid, I never had any “real” friends. I changed schools three times and just adapted to making friends randomly. I liked everyone, the nerds, the cool people, the stinky people (I think I was one of them), and the sports fanatics. I never fit into any category completely, besides stinking it … [Read more…]

Self care 

Sometimes I get asked why I always write about Luca and not always Sofia. Usually I say, well Sofia is a good sleeper, nothing to report. And she is.. But lately she’s been doing this thing where she wakes every two hours, some type of sleep regression, maybe the room is too hot, I don’t … [Read more…]