Mum Crushes and Inspiration

I’ve been very open on this little blog of mine, about my challenges as a mum. Growing up dreaming of being a mum meant I pictured an earth mother, a gentle and attached mummy who was obviously exhausted (come on, what parent of little ones isn’t?!) but calm and so, so fulfilled. In reality? Silent reflux, postnatal depression, high needs; I’m not the mum I thought I would be.

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The Budding Smiles Guide to Not Preparing For a Weekend Without Your Breastfed Baby

Until last month the longest I’d been apart from Martha was about 6 hours. Three weeks ago she spent the night at Mum and Dad’s to prepare for when Phil and I went away for Phil’s 40th and left the children in Peterborough with them. All was going swimmingly, until I failed to actually prepare for a weekend away from our little boob monster.

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I Didn't Think

I Didn’t Think I Wanted a Daughter

When I was pregnant with Toby I just knew he was a boy. We’d picked a girl’s name just in case (Martha) but I *knew* I was carrying a boy even though we didn’t find out at the scan. I saw myself as a mummy to boys and I was really comfortable with that. With Martha, I didn’t have that sixth sense of our unborn baby’s gender and with my stress levels rising over what to do with Toby’s newborn clothes, we decided to find out. But I didn’t think I wanted a daughter.

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The Budding Smiles Guide to Being an Unkempt Mum

I’ve never been one to stare at my reflection for hours on end or spend a fortune on haircuts and manicures, but I’ve also attempted to have a modicum of pride in my appearance. Lately, however, I’ve realised that a few balls have dropped in the juggling act of looking after myself. Here’s my guide to being an unkempt  mum.

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