As it stands, the end of the year is nigh, another year has flown past and Christmas is around the corner . This has been a very different year for me. It’s been almost a year now since Rudi and I separated too, which is some sort of milestone, I guess. Perhaps a milestone of
My breastfeeding journey has been a lot longer than I anticipated. When we set out, I didn’t even know if I would make it six months. We battled. It wasn’t easy. It took courage and determination and a whole lot of support for Gabby and I to overcome the hurdles we faced. Once we jumped
I have been attempting to sleep train my children again. Most nights I spend an hour to 90 minutes laying down with them to get them to sleep. Gabby still nurses to sleep and even if she seems sound asleep, as soon as I move from her side I hear “Mommy where you going?”. It
Recently both my children celebrated their birthdays. The festive season is always a clusterfuck of sorts in my household. We have Christmas, a few days later it’s Gabby’s birthday and a month later it’s Elijah’s birthday. Financially speaking, it can get very expensive, very fast during the worst months of the year when it comes
Some moments when I’m nursing my child I take pause and realize what an absolutely amazing journey this is. Perhaps the most special journey along with pregnancy I have ever experienced. I cannot describe the bond it has created between us. The closeness that we have because of it. Touch is my most prominent love
Where does one begin to write a post about your child seriously injuring themselves? Right here I guess. My 3 year old daughter broke her collarbone. Proper broke it. She also broke my heart while she was at it. I was booked off work on Thursday and Friday with bronchitis and feeling rather shitty. This
I’ve been off from writing personal posts for a long time. There has been so much going on with me. There is so much I’m trying to work through. I feel like all the broken bits inside of me that I have been patching up from time to time have ripped loose. I’ve come undone.
Dearest Jamie, I know this year my letter to you is really late. Your impending birthday hit me hard this year again. It was bad last year, but not quite as bad as it was this year. It always starts in October. The anxiety, the constant crying. 7 years later I finally figured out why.
Yeah. I can barely believe it myself. While I was pregnant with Gabby I had no hope for our breastfeeding journey. I didn’t think we would make it to 6 weeks, never mind 6 months…or 34 for that matter. I remember going to La Leche League meetings in the very early days, before Gabby was
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