I wanted to write about my breastfeeding journey for awhile now but have been nervous. You see, I’m an IBCLC, an International Board Certified Lactation Consultant. That’s the highest level of education one can receive in lactation support. I’m also a mother who has struggled breastfeeding, 3 separate times. My first breastfeeding journey started off on the wrong foot, …
The crib. A genius invention for caging our wild little goblins aka our children. Baby jail works well for many families….. until it doesn’t. Whether its a new baby coming, an acrobatic escape ninja, outgrowth or just the right time, transitioning to a big bed can be scary for parents and for our little ones. It’s a big change and …
Anyone who knows me well knows that I value authenticity. I usually write blogs about topics that I have or can personally relate to. I’m not going to lie, when I asked my page followers for a new blog idea and the overwhelming request was a blog about PPD (Post Partum Depression) and PPA (Post Partum Anxiety) I felt nervous. …
What is the hardest thing you have ever had to do? I have lived and struggled some good struggles thus far but the one struggle that resides deep in my soul and will stay with me for the rest of my days is breastfeeding my first son. I had dreams. Dreams of Hudson doing the breast crawl and self latching. …
I’m surprised that I’m still alive. Truly. I remember, and vividly so, riding in the back of my dads hot rod while my brother and I caught the gravel rocks that flung up through the gaping hole rusted right through the floor! I’ll never forget the countless times my parents left my brother and I in the car as they …
This is probably one of the most honest and embarrassing blogs I have ever done. But can I be real for minute? This just in, I am not the perfect mother. I am so far from it. But if you were to ask my family, my husband’s family, my friends and even some people that follow my Facebook page they …
Imagine yourself as a young girl. It’s late 18th century and your in a home, your aunt or neighbour’s home. She’s in labour. Your asked to fetch some warm water and rags. You play your part and watch. You watch your own mother or a midwife support this woman. There are many women there. One is holding her close, whispering …
Grey. Light grey, dark grey and all greys in between. Calm yourselves ladies I’m not talking about Mr 50 shades himself. I’m talking about 50 shades of parenting. I love the colour grey. Not only does it cover most walls in my home but it sums up my values when it comes to parenthood. There is no black and white! …
I can hear the waves of the ocean and feel salt in my hair. I feel so content and relaxed for about 47 seconds. Times up. Someone has sand in their eyes, another needs more cheesies. I roll my pale ass off my trendy inflatable beach chair, pick my wedge and tend to business. No one knows me here and …
Like many busy mothers of young children I shower when I can and sometimes I shower like its hot (stolen car hot) and trap my little gremlins in the bathroom with me. My boys are still young and I value the praise for lady curves, so naturally they see me naked now and then. As I was drying off, my …