Category Archives: Motherhood

Today is Monday August 20, 2018
  • Grumpy as hell

    Everything irks me.

    For the last 7 weeks, the longest stretch of sleep I have had is 3 hours.

    I have become this terrible person. Everything irks me. I am short tempered.

    I just screamed at my daughter because she was testing my patience. I made her cry and I feel terrible.

    The husband annoys me – just by being in the same room.

    I look at my son, and all I wanna do is give up.

    I hate this me.

    But I am just so tired.

    Exhausted.

    Of course I have help. More help than most people. Yet, tired to the bone I am.

    I just want to curl up in a corner – hide there, hope no one sees me, and bawl my eyes out.

    I am waiting for this feeling to pass. I hope things fall in to place soon. Or I might possibly go crazy.

    I shouldn’t feel this way because I know I am so blessed to have this beautiful family of mine.

    Forgive me – this terrible me I have morphed into.

  • Ending 2012

    The world didn’t end… and the best thing to have happened this year…

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    This is happiness.

  • Worst Breastfeeding Advice – EVER

    Someone said to me;
    Are you sure you are going to eat that spaghetti carbonara? Do you know there is a lot of cheese in that? And do you know what cheese is? It is mucus. And since you are breastfeeding your baby – the mucus will be transmitted to your baby via your breast milk.

    SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! JUST! SHOOT! ME! ALREADY!

    Mucus transmission to baby via breast milk possibly containing cheese consumed by mother eating spaghetti carbonara.

    SERIOUSLY?!

  • A little about rashes…

    Babies are bound to get them at some point… On their face, on their bum-bums, on their arms… Whatever… Wherever…

    Little O has developed a bit of a rash on her face recently – just little pimple spots. Doesn’t help that we live in a scorching hot country. Aggravated by the fact that she likes putting her hands in her mouth, slathering her entire face with spit.

    My point is – a little rash is no big deal. It’s no where close to being the end of the world. It is not worrisome if the baby is not uncomfortable. It shouldn’t be a focus point. If it’s not getting any worse, it will go away eventually (at least that is what I have noticed with Little O’s rashes) – perhaps when the weather gets cooler.

    I am ok she has a rash. It is fine (this is my husband’s favourite phrase by the way -he should try to get the copyright to that line. Ask him anything and he’ll say “It is fine”. Sometimes, even when you don’t ask him anything, he will say “It is fine”). I wipe it with some water whenever I can, I apply a cream for heat rash for her.

    Having a little rash is NO.BIG.DEAL.

    My husband is wise… Well, he has a wise friend who told him when he was somewhat fretting about a lump that Little O once had on her back. His friend said, “Why are you worried about an itsy bitty lump on her back – you know what my brother’s daughter has? A hole in the heart”.

    There – I said it… There are so many bigger and badder problems out there. OMG! Truly.

    I thank God everyday for Ollie is safe, healthy and happy.

    It’s ok if she is going scratch herself on the face because she has long fingernails – stuff like that happens cos her mummy can’t keep up with how fast her fingernails are growing!

    It’s ok if she has a little rash.

    It’s ok if she gets bitten by a mosquito.

    There are bigger badder things out there. Seriously. So lets focus away from Little O’s facial rash – we don’t want her being too self-conscious now, do we?

    READ: RASHES ARE RARELY LIFE THREATENING.

  • I have to keep reminding myself over and over again…

    Life is not always going to be all puppies and rainbows. It is not realistic for my baby to be happy all the time.

    Life is never going to be perfect all the time, so I should allow my baby to feel some (and I do mean SOME, not too much) distress, frustration and unhappiness.

    I will repeat this to myself every time I hear my little one cry. It’s ok to be sad sometimes (though I doubt she knows what sad feels like). It’s ok for her to express herself.