"Thats it, keep rolling, rolling, rolling...no no wait...stop"
I have been trying to write something for weeks now. I know what I want to say, Im just not sure how. I feel… alone.
As rewarding and wonderful as motherhood is, it has made my anxiety skyrocket and I know I am not on my own when I say that.
Just to set things straight. I completely understand that family members and others are more than capable of looking after my baby for a few hours whilst I try to pretend that I have a life. I also understand that for some mothers, they have very little problems with parting with their child for a... Continue Reading →
I never thought I could ever feel anger towards my child, but last week her cries drove me INSANE. I was broken, by a 3 1/2 month old, reduced to tears and I felt so guilty.
I packed and re packed my hospital bag so many times towards the end of my pregnancy, during the last week I think I did it everyday. I don't know why we do it so many times, but we do.
As a mother, you want the best for your children. Sometimes that means wanting to buy them absolutely everything they could possibly need before they are even born. Partially due to excitement and partially because of that new found pregnancy sense of smell we have acquired, meaning we can now sniff our way to any... Continue Reading →