Motherhood

Part One: Discovering Pudding (birth story)

Something wasn’t right. We had just returned from our annual weekend away in Melbourne: two glorious child-free nights spent drinking and dining around the city. Yet instead of feeling relaxed and refreshed, I was depressed. I spent the entire night sobbing on the lounge room floor for no apparent reason. Everything felt overwhelmingly dark and… Continue reading Part One: Discovering Pudding (birth story)

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Motherhood

The Worst Advice for New Parents

When you have children, everyone is suddenly your best friend and guidance counsellor. They know everything there is to know about babies and you ought to know, too. I understand that most have the best intentions and are genuinely nice people. But could everyone just stop, please?! Here's my list of some generic parenting advice that… Continue reading The Worst Advice for New Parents

Motherhood

Raw Motherhood: peering through the cracks of a sometimes-together mama.

"I don't know how you do it." A lovely older woman said this to me in a waiting room on Friday. I was holding the baby, keeping an eye on a toddler and pleading with the pre-schooler to return back to me, while the school kid read a book in the corner. "I don't know… Continue reading Raw Motherhood: peering through the cracks of a sometimes-together mama.

Motherhood

Being Mama to Four: My First Week of Parenting Too Many Children.

It's been a week since we welcomed little 'Fred into the world, and it has been ... intense. In other words: "flipping insane; really who thought four small people (including three under-four) would be a good idea?!" We did. Suckers. I've found myself reduced to being nothing but a walking life support machine; the sole purpose of… Continue reading Being Mama to Four: My First Week of Parenting Too Many Children.

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Things My Kids Taught Me

Six o'clock this morning and all three children (plus the house panther) have decided to begin their day. That means it's time for fighting, screaming, crying, running, manic laughter, high demands and the token sullen child trying to zombie out in front of the television.  Amongst all this, I'm seated on the couch, clutching a… Continue reading Things My Kids Taught Me