My less-waste journey has led me to a safety razor. What is it? It’s a plastic-free razor with a single blade that your Dad might’ve used on his face (if you’re old enough). At first I was shit-scared of cutting my legs, but after two months I’ve shed my training wheels and won’t be going back to disposable razors. If you’r curious, I’d like to shed some light on the unknown. Continue reading
I’m here to break the taboo. I think it’s important for women and girls to be fully aware of the options available to them to manage their period. If you’re thinking of getting a Menstrual Cup or you’re just plain curious then read on.
Why Choose A Cup?
There are many reasons you might choose a cup. After my c section, I was thoroughly sick of disposable pads and then tampons by association. I thought if cloth was good enough for my babe, then it was good enough for me. So I started with cloth pads, then after a personal recommendation, moved on to a cup. Here are some other reasons: Continue reading
I didn’t think we’d get to go away this summer. Jessica has been unwell with her viral wheeze. Since leaving the hospital a couple of months ago, she’s been waking up wheezing and requiring the spacer 2-3 times a week and waking up in general every other night. I have friends who were kind enough to consider us when booking accommodation for two nights (an extra room just for Jessica). Continue reading
Becoming a parent has brought many new experiences: childbirth, early mornings, unconditional love and singing the same song 12 times in a row without the aid of alcohol. One of these new experiences is the previously hidden (and overwhelming) community of people who have opinions about how you raise your kid. I’m slowly growing a thick skin to it, but boy did it blindside me when I was starting out. I’ve written before about pre-baby Steph and how naïve she was. But this is different. It’s all very personal. Continue reading
A new colleague asked me the other day to tell them a bit about myself, and for the first time in my life I was at a bit of a loss. I shared about how I’m a mum to a 13 month old and talked about our little family. And that was it. I mean, that’s heaps and it’s wonderful but it’s also very different to before. Prior to becoming a mum I had hobbies and interests that I could quickly and enthusiastically identify. Not any more. I get the impression I’m not alone in feeling this way. We become parents and lose ourselves in the magic, privilege and responsibility and all the trappings it brings.
It’s different to what you imagine
Put most of your preconceived ideas about what parenthood is like aside. Reality will hit like nothing you’ve ever experienced!
OK, not to scare anyone, but holy shit! How do families all over town, the country, the world do this on a day-to-day basis?! I found the first six months particularly challenging. I think there needs to be a huge celebration at that point – because if you can get through that, you can get through anything!! Continue reading
Yes I’m one of THOSE mums. The ones who have no choice but to be fiercely protective of their wee ones. The ones who don’t want to have to ask for special treatment and inconvenience others. The ones whose hearts ache at the thought of her baby coming into contact with something very dangerous through that same child’s natural curiosity and learning. The ones who cannot relax in a social setting as they need to be on high alert to notice which crumbs have been dropped on the ground, and what those crumbs may contain, or which other baby is playing with yours and whether they have leftover food on their face, clothes, hands that may compromise your child’s health. Continue reading