This is my reality. These maternity pants, with their elasticited waistband, soft fabric and perfect amount of stretch, which allow me to move freely and uninhibited. When I’m crawling beside my daughter, kneeling and playing cars with my son. Bending, stretching, reaching. Constantly, throughout the day as I tend to the never-ending demands and needs of a toddler and a baby. These pants which are highly unflattering but oh-so convenient, with their softly…
A Fresh Start in a Familiar Place
It is a delight to be writing here again, after so many months without my creative outlet. My new site is finally ready, and I can once again return to the place that has evolved as I documented my journey over the years. What once started as a beauty blog many years ago has now grown into a journal of motherhood. I have changed a lot since I first began…
How to Overcome A Traumatic Birth Experience
Traumatic birth experiences. As if childbirth isn’t emotionally and physically difficult enough as it is, there’s those who will have a birth experience that will leave them traumatised, and possibly with PTSD. I’ve been unfortunate in that all three of my birth experiences have been traumatic – enduring 12 hours of labour with William and Noah, knowing that they would die soon after their birth; the anxiety during Henry’s labour…
My True Love
I’m in love with a boy. He has shown me a new way of viewing the world. For him, everything is an adventure, and he finds wonder in things I once found ordinary. We sit and gaze up at the trees that surround us, his fingers in my hair and the glow of the late afternoon sun warming our faces, and he tells me about all the things that intrigue…
Becoming A Big Brother
A sudden cry fills the previously peaceful space, and seconds later, the fast thunder of tiny feet running. Henry, racing to comfort his baby sister, his desire to reach her so great he doesn’t even question dropping his treasured collection of cars in favour of rushing to her rescue. “It’s alright Evvy, don’t cry little one,” his soft little voice says, and I look over from where I’m stood in…
Being a Mother
With Henry’s first birthday approaching, I’ve been reflecting over the past year, how it has changed me, how it has given me new experiences. I have been a mother for nearly two years now, and a mother to a living child for almost one. When I look back on the journey we had to get here, this moment, it seems so stark, so distant. I think back to when I…
