I was at the doctors for my sick baby with my toddler in tow, her hand in a cast. She had undergone surgery on her finger the day before, going under general anaesthetic. It had been an exhausting 48 hours for all of us and the baby was totally congested with conjunctivitis. I had barely slept, likely hadn’t had a shower or any breakfast. I had scored an appointment with 10 minutes notice so had to wake the sleeping children and get them dressed in record time and bundle them into the car. We made it. A few minutes late but we made it. The baby was checked and then I had a question for the nurse about Jessica’s cast. I was on auto pilot so it was a bit surreal as I uttered the following words: who is best for me to talk to about post natal depression?
“What do you want?” This is something I’ve found myself uttering to my baby at all times of the day and night. It comes off a bit harsh, so I try again: “I don’t know what you want” or “Mummy doesn’t know what you want”. Because I don’t. I have no confidence and find myself feeding him every 2 hours during the day because I have nothing else in my toolkit. Sometimes I correctly guess that he’s tired. And so to give him the relief of sleep, I need to feed him and rock him to sleep. Oh and he needs to be on me and have his dummy. Often though he’s overtired. Poor little guy. Sometimes it’s fine. I have nowhere to be and nothing I (really) need to do. But now at 12 weeks, the ideas of things I could be doing are piling up in the ‘yeah but you can’t’ pile.
Nothing in life has prepared me for this.
I’ve gotten this far in life using strategies, problem solving skills and resilience to deal with all sorts of situations.
I usually figure something out through trial and error, or learning by researching beforehand or watching someone else do it first.
At work, I communicate and collaborate with others and apply my knowledge and experience to come up with the best outcome. I use best practice where applicable.
But motherhood, this is different. Continue reading
I started Learning To Crawl was because I was trying to figure out becoming a parent for the first time. I learned heaps along the way, but that’s not to say I’ve got this sussed! I’m still learning all about myself, my daughter and my partner. As any parent of young children will tell you, shit changes all the time. You get one thing sorted and the next challenge pops up. With lots of heartwarming stuff in between. In April next year we’ll throw a newborn into the mix. So here’s what I’ll do differently this time…
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