We are all guilty of making snap judgements of people we meet, it’s human nature. Whether our bias is conscious or unconscious we are all susceptible to it; but it’s how we process the bias that truly defines us. If our immediate impression influences too heavily our subsequent actions then aren’t we effectively shackling our own experiences? Consider how much we would miss out on if we only ever did what was inherently comfortable?
Amidst the chaos that has been our life for the past few months, a very significant change has happened. I’m not sure when, exactly, it happened, nor do I know exactly how; but I have rather mixed feelings about it. I have gone from being a seasoned tandem nurser to a no-milk mama. I am thrilled to have my body back but there is another emotion I haven’t quite managed to put my finger on yet. Continue reading
I recently found an amazing physio in Cheltenham who specialises in post-baby body recovery (she helps you mend your own body, not recover the body of the last person who asked you if you were pregnant 18 months after the fact!!!)
As with these things, our first session was predominantly getting to know each other (think of it as a first date but without the awkward should I/shouldn’t I go in for the kiss). We talked about my births, my recovery progress so far (I had an amazing physio in Toronto too) and all the other guff that goes with these things, like how much control over my southern hemisphere I have, etc. Continue reading
WARNING: there are boobies in this post!
This is quite a brave post for me to write and the fact that it is a brave post saddens me greatly. For some of my close friends, this will come as no surprise but for all my other FBBFF (Facebook Best Friends Forever) I anticipate reactions ranging from raised eyebrows, scrunched noses and a few ‘good for you’ silent nods.
Here goes…I still nurse BOTH my boys. Yep, you read that correctly…both the Lord and the General are still on the boob!
In honour of International Caesarean Awareness Month (and the fact that I bloody love a birth story!) I thought I’d share the General’s bump to baby story.
When we realised that the Lord was allergic to sleep we decided to just crack on with number two. We marked the calendar, did the dance and luckily for us the stick turned pink (so to speak)!
