15 months, roughly 450 days, and a gazillion feeds later… now that I am completely normalised to breastfeeding myself. (Let’s face it, whipping out your boob all over does take some getting used to – whether with a cover or not.) Now that the pumping is over and I can relax, breathe take a lunch break. He just decided to start self-weaning. How dare he?
I am not ready. (more…)
This title may sound a little dramatic – because well this mama is a little dramatic. But so was my last week. Daniel took a really bad fall last week Monday. Getting that call was possibly the most trauma my heart has felt in a really long time. The paramedics are on the way. My son is 14 months old. Ambulance? Paramedics? Already I was picturing the worst possible outcome. Parenting toddlers is so tough. Now I’ve read all about Maz’s experiences with “What no-one tells you about having a baby boy” – but honestly I didn’t expect them to be true to this extent.