Some days it can feel that my life has slowed way down since I became a mama. I expected it of course, and yet it’s a whole different thing to experience it. This week we are attempting potty training for the first time, which means we’re out and about even less than usual, enjoying simple…
Some of my earliest memories are of baking. I can remember standing at our kitchen counter, weighing flour and whisking eggs and learning how to use the hand held mixer. My mum taught me how to make cheese scones and coffee cake and “hag and mag” (our family version of tiffin). All my memories of…
(You can read Part I and Part II of Oskar’s birth story here…) I want to tell you something really important. I want to tell you that you don’t need to feel any shame over your births. You don’t need to feel guilty. You don’t need to be embarrassed. It is a heavy burden to…
(Read part I here first) There is laundry currently drying where I gave birth to my son. I chose to have a home birth this time. When I suggested it at my booking in appointment, the midwife almost jumped up with excitement (they are trying to increase the number of home births in the country…
There is laundry currently drying on the spot where I gave birth to my son. We inflated the birth pool around my due date, even though it took up about a third of our living room, just to be ready. It loomed large those next eight days while we waited for him to make an…
These days I have to work hard to open my eyes in the morning. The alarm clock glows yellow, but the numbers appear so fuzzy, I can’t read the time. No matter, it’s definitely before 6am. My thoughts and feelings match my eyesight at that early hour, like I’m trying to view them through a…
