Living With a 6 Month Old Baby

Life has been nothing short of hectic lately, hence the lack of posts over the past couple of months! Between Daddy working away, Mum studying and Andy growing at lightning speed, I haven’t been able to find the time. My time management skills have been rubbish lately but since we are well passed the newborn stage, I think I have more than enough time to check in.

So, what’s new?

  • I finally have my second baby back from a lengthy stay at the mechanics. Ladies, I can’t stress this enough – service your car on time! This is a stupid and expensive mistake I will never make again.


  • Daddy came home for 6 weeks. It was amazing to have my partner in crime (and parenthood) back home. He saved my sanity and Andy adored bonding with him.

Father & Son


  • I got into Uni, yay! Part time study at Edith Cowan via distance education. In 4 or so years I could potentially be teaching at a Primary School near you! ECU-Logo
  • Andy is rolling from back to front/front to back, sits momentarily unassisted, and he has started solids (and loving it!)

Andy Collage

It’s safe to say life is pretty damn awesome. My weight loss journey is slow and steady, I’ll post an update soon. Stay posted!


A Long Awaited Update – Our 6 week Check-in

Two days ago, my little Andy turned 6 weeks old. Where does the time go? In six weeks we have both grown in our own unique ways and learned an abundance of new skills and new qualities about ourselves and our new life.

Six weeks into our new life and I’ve come to realise there’s many things that I can and can’t do. For instance, at first I thought I was capable of doing everything myself. I thought I was strong and determined enough to ‘do it all’ and still keep a smile on my face. It turns out that no matter how strong and capable you are, you need a helping hand sometimes. Even if it’s just with the little things. 
My beauty routine, personal hygiene, sleep and eating well also went out the window within a week. As time goes by I’m slowly regaining it all with a little organisation and the swallowing of my pride to bite the bullet and ask for help occasionally. For the past two and a half weeks I’ve been eating clean and begun exercising lightly. Last week I dyed my hair and painted my nails and started visiting friends more often. Last night both Andy and I got a solid four hour sleep before feeding and resettling. Considering that right at this moment in time we are both cuddled up in bed with a cold, I feel fantastic. 
Andy has started to gain better control of his neck muscles and he greets me with his beautiful smile every morning and throughout the day. We converse (well, I talk and he goo’s and gaa’s) even though we both have absolutely no idea what we are saying to each other and he’s now sleeping in his own room in a big cot. It’s amazing how much babies grow in such little time.

It’s an incredible feeling to wake up to this beautiful little person, no matter what time of the day or night, who is completely dependent on a devoted to me. He is my world and I am his. I wouldn’t have it any other way. 


Introducing Andy

Andy was born on Saturday the 1st of February at 8:41pm, weighing 3.332kg and measuring 53cm in length.
It seems Andy was waiting patiently for his daddy to come home. Ryan came home from working away on Friday afternoon. At 3:30am Saturday morning I suddenly woke an went to the bathroom despite not having to go. I felt this huge gush and realised my waters had broken. Five minutes later, the contractions began. 
We arrived at the hospital around 5am and I was handling the contractions well. At 7:30 I was offered morphine as pain relief and decided to take it just incase. Bad move. From the point the morphine kicked in I was vomiting between contractions. A freezing cold shower was my only relief until I received an epidural around 2pm. 
The epidural kicked in and the pain subsided until around 6:30. Contractions became more intense over time. By 7:00 I was 10cm dialated – finally! Unfortunately it wasn’t time to push, Andy’s head wasn’t low enough and the midwife couldn’t determine what position he was sitting in. 45 mins later his head lowered a little and my midwife determined that he was posterior. Hence my lengthened labour! She called for the doctor and suggested suction, which I wasn’t very keen on. While we were waiting for the doctor I have pushing a go. This was so difficult as I couldn’t feel anything. 
Luckily, by the time my doctor arrived, Andy was crowning. With amazing encouragement from Ryan, my mum, Andy’s godmother Kacey, my doctor and midwife, I was able to push Andy out naturally by 8:41pm. 
Nothing and I mean absolutely nothing beats the feeling of becoming a mother for the first time. Life has become so much more worth living. I’ve never been happier thanks to my beautiful little family. 


I Look Down on Amy Glass and I’m Not Sorry

Source: The Parenting Group

 While scrolling through my Bloglovin’ feed I stumbled upon Crowley Party’s response to an outrageous article I Look Down On Young Women With Husbands And Kids And I’m Not Sorry. This self-titled “powerhouse” Amy Glass has managed to anger a whole range of individuals, not just the young wives and mothers she has openly attempted to target. Flicking through Amy’s other articles has made me realise that this is just the mindless opinion of a lonely and envious feminist who believes you can’t have the best of both worlds. Yes personal attack and no, I’m not sorry.

“Do people really think that a stay at home mom is really on equal footing with a woman who works and takes care of herself?” 
Quite frankly, yes I do! Not only does a stay at home mum WORK and take care of herself, but she also cares for her husband and children. Caring does not solely equal providing money, clearly the real definition of this word has escaped Amy’s small mind. To care is to feel concern or interest; attach importance to something or look after and/or provide for the needs of. Yes, money can be regarded as something we need, however primarily concerning money as our sole need only encourages a person to become emotionless, materialistic and to forget the true value of a relationship.
You will never have the time, energy, freedom or mobility to be exceptional if you have a husband and kids.”
Here in Australia, most mothers and wives do have a career. The ones that don’t will sought after it once their children are old enough to attend school or full time care. You call yourself a feminist, Amy Glass, but you seem to believe that it is impossible for a woman to be a mother, wife and successful career woman at once. Where is your faith in our abilities? Or are you really so lonely, insecure and envious of the women who have it all that you have resorted to attacking them?
I am not at all against those women who choose not to have children or get married. In fact, I praise you. I believe this is a personal choice – all of which should be respected no matter how different it is to your own. However, I am outraged that a person who has made their choice has the nerve to attack those who have different values. This is not an attack on your personal choice but one on the lack of respect you have for anyone else who chooses to live their life differently. 

You seem to forget that you yourself were brought into this world by a mother. Yes Amy, a mother! Without her, you and your pitiful articles would not exist. The real point of having kids is not to relieve loneliness, but to continue the existence of the human race. If all women decided to choose a career over becoming a mother and wife, humans would rapidly become extinct. How does one not know the simplest of scientific facts? This proves how uneducated you are, Amy. I truly feel sorry for you. 


10 Things I Hated Hearing While Pregnant

I write this at 40 weeks & 3 days gestation and I’m quite happy to say there are a lot of things I’m so OVER hearing people ask or say to me. As overjoyed and grateful as I am to be pregnant, sometimes I feel ready to give up. I guess that comes with the territory. Here are some of the things that strangers and friends have repeatedly asked or said that I’m sure other pregnant women alike hate hearing too.

1. “Have you picked  a name yet?”
This is a tricky one. I’ve found that revealing possible name choices only opens yourself up to a tidal wave of judgement. It’s been difficult enough to choose and compromise with my partner on names without having the opinion of others rammed down our throats. If you’re genuinely interested and open minded, ask away, but if you’re going to offer a negative opinion or make suggestions without being called for, just don’t ask.

2. “Don’t get an epidural, you’ll be paralysed! ”
As if the thought of giving birth isn’t scary enough. My birth plan is none of your business and unless you are a medical professional, you shouldn’t offer your opinion on it. If there was a high chance of paralysis, this wouldn’t even be offered as a pain relief option and there would be an abundance of mothers rolling around in wheelchairs. Unless you’ve been paralysed by the epidural, you shouldn’t say anything remotely close to this.

3. “You look like you’re ready to pop! ” or “Are you sure you’re not carrying twins?”
Wow, I already feel like an obese beached whale, does that mean I look like one too? Pregnant woman are very sensitive creatures. No one likes to be called fat and this is the maternal equivalent to it.

4. “Can I touch your belly?!”
What am I, a petting zoo? I will ask you if you want to feel the baby kicking. Even worse when it’s a complete stranger that just goes in for the grab. Harassment, anyone?

5. “Oh you can’t eat/drink/do that!”
Hey, are you my doctor? No? Then don’t tell me what isn’t good for me or the baby. I already know the do’s and don’ts, if it’s not your job then simply don’t say it.

6. “Sleep while you can!”
Between an acrobatic foetus and countless toilet breaks, I already can’t sleep at night.  It’s no secret that sleepless nights are part and parcel of having children, why do you feel the need to remind me?

7. “You know it’s going to hurt, right?”
COME ON! I’m sure every educated person on this planet knows that giving birth is no walk in the park unless you’re in denial or a man.

The following apply to the later stages of pregnancy:

8. “Are you in labour?”
I’ve had multiple people ask me this via text message on a daily basis from 38 weeks, yes, before I was even due! There are a few people that I will tell when I’m in labour and they know this, why do they feel the need to keep asking…everyday?! Even if I was in labour, I doubt I will want to glue myself to my phone, surely I will have better things to focus on. If you’ve had children before you really should know better than to ask. If a pregnant woman wants you to know she is in labour she will tell you.

9. “Have you had the baby yet?
This is another question I have been asked on a daily basis via text before I even reached my due date. Once again, same people, same question, everyday. If I haven’t gone into labour, what makes you think I’ve had the baby? Better yet, don’t you think I would have told you or don’t you think you would have heard from someone if I had given birth? If I have to be patient then so do you.

10. “Overdue? Wow, you must be over it.”
Thanks Sherlock Holmes for that marvelous observation, I’ll be sure to hire you next time I need someone to state the obvious.


Baby Eviction Notice

 I, the Landlord (Mummy), am issuing a notice for EVICTION. Tenant (Baby) will have to comply and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until authorisation for removal by physician. After which, he will be removed from the property by induction.

The Tenant (Baby) is being evicted due to breach of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the FRONT of the house, within reasonable limits, were discussed. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but additions to the back and sides of the house were also made without approval from the Landlord (Mummy).

Remodeling and gutting of the home was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. Due to the damage by the Tenant (Baby), the foundation has been compromised, and the structural integrity of the house is questionable. The Landlord (Mummy) has also received numerous complaints about frequent nightly disturbances.

If the Tenant (Baby) doesn’t comply with the notice it will result in an immediate and forceful removal at the discretion of a physician and the Landlord (Mummy).

So, my due date has finally arrived but there are no signs whatsoever of me going into labour anytime soon, ugh. Currently feeling like a whale and missing my partner terribly. If there’s a guaranteed way to induce labour, I’d like it now please!