Breast feeding is the most natural of things to do as a mother, but for some really cruel reason it can also be one of the hardest. In the early days, a new mum has to contend with latching issues, cracked nipples, and painfully engorged boobs the size of your newborns head, all whilst recovering from delivery. Add to that constant demand feeding which can have a baby stuck to your sore boobs all day long, reducing you to little more than a cow! It’s easy to understand why some women struggle to cope and others just throw in the towel.
With time and experience things do settle down and before long mum and bub are singing to the same tune. However, as life returns to some sort of normality, breast feeding mothers are faced with new issues, namely maintaining good milk supply. Day to day life can get the better of us and before you know it, you’re running around like a crazy person trying to meet your child’s demands and get everything else done at the same time. I know I fall into the bad habit of not eating or drinking enough when I’m really busy and when breast feeding, I found my supply dropped on those days. But never fear, there is an awesome little treat on the market that helps to boost supply. I’m talking about lactation (sounds like such a dirty word!) cookies. Continue reading →
Let me set the scene, I’m currently sitting on a flight to Singapore, four hours into the trip, eyes red and puffy after having to say good bye to my little man at the airport and then backing it up with two tear jerking inflight films. Talk about making great movie choices. I was already feeling incredibly emotional after leaving my sick son behind for a week, and then I picked the two biggest chick flicks to watch. Hi5 you idiot!
To put it in context, I’m not normally a very emotional person. I liken myself to the ice queen. I’m a harden the f**k up kinda person. If someone is having a cry for no good reason (boohoo, you broke your nail. Harden up!), I’m the first person to roll my eyes and walk away. I lack the ability to make someone having a sook feel better. No matter how hard I try, I tend to come across as being inconsiderate and insincere. Lets just say I’m not the person you want around when you’re having a cry for the sake of having a cry.
Based on this, it’s very rare that this girl busts out a real good cry and let me tell you, I feel like I’ve just made up for a years worth of crying in the past few hours. I have a splitting headache, which I’m assuming is a side effect of the crying. My makeup has run half way down my face (note to self, invest in some good waterproof mascara) and on two separate occasions the lovely cabin staff have come over with a concerned look on their faces to see if I was ok. No doubt, they walked behind the blinds and told the other staff that there is a crazy woman in business crying like a child, but despite how embarrassed I was, I couldn’t stop. Continue reading →
The very nature of my job is one that requires me to regularly travel both within Australia and internationally. To be honest, this was initially what really drew me to the role. I love love love travelling (well really, who doesn’t?) and I’ve been incredibly fortunate to travel all over the world. To say I have the travel bug is definitely an understatement, so the idea of being able to see more of the world and have someone else pay for it, is my kinda awesome.
Generally speaking, I’m required to travel to Asia (mostly to Singapore) a couple of times a year and interstate (to either Adelaide, Canberra or Brisbane) every second month. It was great in the beginning, but after a while travelling to the same old places all the time starts to wear a bit thin (and really I don’t have to travel that much). To make matter worse, I was getting called to Singapore at the drop of a hat for fly in fly out meetings. I would literally spend more time in transit than I did on the floor.
As annoying and exhausting as it was, for the most part I accepted it as just being part of my job, and really there are other people that would kill for the opportunity to travel, so who am I to complain? That was until I had a child. Before children, it was relatively easy to reorganise my schedule (although I didn’t think it was easy at the time), so if I had to travel at short notice, I’d be annoyed, but I’d change a few things around and a couple of days later I was off. It’s just not that easy anymore. I can’t just up an leave, I have a fully dependant little person to think about.
It’s official, my beautiful, precious and content baby boy has turned feral. This little man is and will always be the apple in my eye, so I hate saying that about him, but at the end of the day I call it as I see it and if the kid has taken a turn for the worst I won’t hide from it.
Maybe feral is a bit harsh (I’m clearly having an attack on the guilts) but according to my friend Google it can be defined as
I’m in the midst of filling my one year old sons wardrobe with a stack of super cute pieces for the colder months. In my search I’ve come across some great pieces that are too good not to share, so if you’ve got a little man like I do, get your hands on some of these before they’re gone.
For the last year I’ve dragged my young son all over town to lunch and brunch at some of the best cafes Melbourne has to offer. For the most part he’s been a great partner in crime. He goes where I want to go and eats what I want to eat, it’s my idea of the perfect partnership, but today was his chance to get even, today he was ‘that’ kid.
You know the kid I’m talking about, the one that cries, screams, carries on in the perfect way to drive everyone within a 500m radius insane. Yep, this week it was my kid. I looked at him in his psycho child state and desperately wanted him to stop. I did everything – toys, food and any other means of distraction, but the kid wouldn’t stop. I literally just wanted the ground to open and swallow me up.
Late last year I did a post on my tips for travelling with a baby (read about it here) after we had a pretty successful trip up to Port Douglas with our 7 month old son. With that experience under our belts we decided for Easter to take a chance and travel overseas with the little guy, but don’t get too excited, we didn’t cross the globe (I’m not ready to endure a long haul flight with a baby, but hats off to anyone who is) instead we opted for the relatively short five hour flight over to Fiji. For the most part, we had a great trip, but there were a few things that I’d definitely do differently next time, so here is version 2.0 of travelling with a baby. Continue reading →