The hard stuff
There's so much about motherhood that I find lonely. It's such a strange concept because you're almost never alone when you're a mother. You can't even shit without your little person handing you toilet paper. Showers have audiences. There'
Love
If our household had a motto it would be: qui super omnia amatur somnus. Above all else, sleep. Our coat of arms would be two pillows crossed over an unmade bed. We are a home of two adults who have a deep and abiding passion and love for sleep, a
Snark
After the horrific ordeal that was my labour (one day I'll blog about it as a free virtual contraception to any readers still around to hear me complain) my wonderful midwife came over for our first check. She weighed baby and did the usual midwife type things and
Rants
I've had a few requests for a no-swears version of my original post. I want the post to be accessible to any sleep deprived mums so here's a censored version. My other posts (if I ever get around to writing another post - this was my
Rants
It was some time between midnight and 3am. I was dead asleep. I'd fed the littliest at midnight so it was after that, and it was before he woke up for a feed at 3am. This hardly matters, because that time of night is Hell unless you'