In the throws of labour all I wanted was to go home to Isaac and give him a cuddle, I missed him so and wanted to feel him snuggled up in my arms. I had also hoped for a four hour discharge with Maverick so that our little family could be together in “our” space. … Continue reading DAY 2 -Mum Guilt
...Children have the most amazing way of showing us and being to us exactly what we need to learn in the way of love without us even knowing that we needed it or realising that we were their students in the first place.
...We were catching up as part of our first ever little Mother’s Group. Actually, I won't be calling it that, I'm going to call it a Survival Group...
...This course wasn’t about having a drug free, natural birth in the bush whilst wearing a flower crown despite even my own first misconceptions, but rather about knowing what it is that we wanted out of our birth, knowing the different options available to us and understanding what it was that the female body goes through when it births...
...but I do miss me. I do miss being more upbeat and positive. I miss being able to do a deep squat with Isaac in my arms without sounding like I’m going for a Cross Fit Nationals title.
If I’m honest, it’s not something that I’ve ever had to battle with a great deal personally. Don’t get me wrong I’ve had my moments but generally speaking I’ve not had to look the black dog in the face “so to speak”.
I was desperately trying to work out how much of this “pain” was actual pain and how much of this “pain” was confused with fear.