9 months old and counting

To my dear little babe, This isn’t the first letter I’ll write you, nor I imagine the last. But I wanted to celebrate and acknowledge the steep learning curve you and I have been on over the last 18 months. You were born at 8.17pm on Monday 30 January this year, when I was 38…

Don’t call me baby

I have a one year old. A toddler. Not a baby, but a small child. I won’t lie, I’m finding it weird. Now, I have never been overly attached to the idea of a baby, I’m not romantic about the whole deal (in fact, I have been called ‘brutally honest’ more than once). But even…

On your first ever birthday

To my darling daughter, Here we are – we did it! You, me and your dad survived the shit out of our first year together and I am so proud of the little human you are, and the big humans we are too. It was not without trials – I learned my heart can be…

Work work work work eep

I’m going back to workin’ nine to five (well, 8:39am to 5pm to be exact, long story) and I am ab-so-bloody-lutely packing bricks. I thought I was fine until I saw the look on the Husband’s face when I said yet another terse comment. I think I may have been a ‘little’ (ok big) nightmare…

2017, it’s been real

2017 is the year I became someone’s mother and realised I know nothing. The year I discovered that I could be the happiest happy and the saddest sad all in one day. The year I found out how strong, and vulnerable, I am. The year I celebrated and commiserated, leaned on, stood fast with and…

Find your village, they said

Even though it’s designed to be the word version of a hug, ‘It takes a village to raise a child’ was always an intimidating statement to me, a near-impossible item on a scary-as-shit to do list: Enjoy your labor Find your village Raise a CEO And then one day, there I was, in need of…

Wean (rhymes with mean)

Today is the second day, since she was born, that I will not breastfeed my baby. I won’t lie, I’m finding it hard. Hard because last night when she cried and cried and cried I wanted to placate her by sticking a boob in her mouth. Hard because when I got up in the morning…

Are we Bad Mums?

Recently I went to see ‘Bad Moms 2’ with my friend in celebration of our 20 year friendship. Pretty simple – movie and lunch in the big smoke. In order to see this film, I left little A at home with her Dad and at least one feed was replaced with a bottle of formula….

Baby travel rookies on tour

Greetings, from baby-travel rookie town, currently located in Far North Queensland. The baby is asleep so right now I feel like Parent of the Year. Yesterday, I felt like Idiot of the Year, when we set out on what was to be an epic marathon (not a sprint) of baby wrangling. We live in Victoria,…

When in doubt, say nowt*

When people talk to you about your baby, they often get it right. But when they dont… look out!

Today I cried

Today I woke up tired. The baby woke up hungry, the husband woke up annoyingly well rested, but me, I woke up wishing I could go to bed. I woke up frustrated. I woke up with my patience stores at a very low level. I woke up wishing the day, week, year was done already….