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6 months with you ~

My son Valentine.

6 months with you has been the best thing I have ever done and I couldn’t imagine life without you.

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You radiate confidence and are so self assured.

You have never been shy. In fact, it wasn’t hard to see you are a little extrovert just like your Mumma from virtually the beginning. However, your confidence is something that I am seeing more and more as you grow. You took a while to bring your extroverted personality out into the public space but each day I feel you are becoming more sure of yourself. You are so eager to explore your world and your curiosity is one of your biggest traits. I love watching you do this so passionately and fearlessly.

You are active and embrace life fully.

Valley, you have two grandmothers and a grandfather who don’t know what the word “rest” means… not to mention a mother who isn’t dissimilar. You my darling, sure have inherited this trait. I sometimes wonder what it’d be like to have a child who cuddles into me, or plays independently and quietly in one place for a while. You my son, will have me continuing to wonder. Every cuddle consists of you attempting to climb onto my head, pulling at whatever you get your hands on, eating everything, chatting away, squirming, launching yourself from me and constantly changing positions to keep entertained. I love your enthusiasm and your go getter attitude to life.

In your enthusiasm you have often thrown yourself down stairs, into walls and been knocked about but you are so tough. It takes a lot to bring tears to your eyes and I think this Mumma will need eyes in the back of her head to make sure you are kept safe as you get stronger and more curious about your surroundings.

You are calm and relaxed.

It’s interesting though because despite how active you are, your temperament is so calm. Nothing really worries you. You have never appeared fearful or anxious. In this way, you are your father’s child. I feel you’re going to be happy just going with the flow ~ after all, the routine we have is ‘no routine’. I can throw you around, change up your sleep patterns, have you day after day doing new things in new places and still, you are a dream baby. This I think, is one of my favourite parts of your personality and character.

You are such a chatterbox and desire to be with humans.

I doubt that you’ll ever be a solo rider as you’re constantly seeking interaction and play with people. Even if that just means making eye contact and facial expressions. On the rare occasions you’re happy to play on your own, you talk away to your toys, or the cat, or the cat food. You just love interacting with things and people through the use of your voice. It’s funny, now you’ve slept through the night for a whole month, as you enter in and out of sleep cycles, rather then crying or fussing as many babies do, you just audibly exert a relaxed, almost meditative like hum before you settle back for more sleep. It’s funny to be woken, not because you need us but because you just like to talk, even in your sleep.

You desire to be happy.

Even when you are sick, or tired or sad, it isn’t hard to get a smile out of you. Often I’m not sure if you are giggling or crying as the noises intertwine. It’s really easy for me to tell when you’ve genuinely hurt yourself or teething badly because it is if, on rare occasions, you can’t find a smile.

You desire to make those around you have happy.

Yesterday I was in the airport and any time you would see someone you would just light up in a big smile. This resulted in wherever I went, people were smiling and charmed by you. However, one business man on the phone didn’t respond to your smile at first, and this did not put you off, rather you just persisted in looking at him with your big grin for almost 10 minutes until finally you won him over and got a smile.

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I love being your Mumma and cannot wait ti relish in every moment of you growing up.

Body image · Fourth trimester · motherhood · postpartum

Societies unrealistic expectations on mothers ~

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With the raging rise of social media it has put a unprecedented pressure on the expectation of self-image. I’m the first to promote a active and healthy life but have myself been sucked down the vortex of expecting a myself to look a certain way especially in light of ‘bouncing back’ after childbirth.
Because of being fit before pregnancy I have had a number of people tell me how quickly I’ll bounce back. That I’ll be in a bikini in no time. That by the time Valley is 12 weeks and I got to the Whitsundays for a wedding I’ll be bikini ready.
I have loved getting my blood moving and being active again with my new found postpartum energy BUT I want to say a few things:
1. ladies, as hard as it is, do not listen to the voices of those who put pressure on you. And don’t beat yourself up over comparing yourself to other mothers postpartum because like my picture above, it may not be realistic. I encourage you to overcome the expectation that you need to be different than you are. You are beautiful. You just created a human. You’re pretty much a superhero.
2. To those who intend to be “encouraging” or just have an opinion about someone body, don’t say “oh you still look thick around your waist”, “you’ll loose it all soon enough”, “you’ll be like before in no time”. It’s unrealistic to think that women who have birthed a human will ever be free from the marks of childbirth.

In fact, society should celebrate these marks rather then wish them away as it’s make feeling confident far easier. Which brings me to my final point.
3. Society as a whole need to rethink how we view mothers. Mothers shouldn’t HAVE to justify why they look different, why they struggle to look like they did beforehand and how much time it takes to look ‘socially acceptable’.
Mothers are incredible.

Oh and the background and dirty mirror is just another beautiful reflection of motherhood where a child is put first before presenting a perfect household.

And that too, is perfectly ok.

Outdoors · Uncategorized

6 weeks of you ~

It’ so great to have my mojo back. Pregnancy was like “blahhhhhhh” but postpartum is WONDERFUL. I hear Mum’s say “I can’t wait until they are walking, walking, this or that” but for me, I am so relishing in every moment of my little, not so newborn son.

He is 6 weeks old now. Already wearing cloth for a 3-6 month old, using his legs, head and vision with strength. And he has just about been dragged across the countryside, handling it like a trooper.

I hear a lot that women struggle to get out of the house with their newborns. And by no means do I criticise that because breastfeeding is hard, having little sleep is hard, working out what to wear is hard and for me most days remembering to eat is hard. But boy oh boy is it nice to feel like I have energy again.

These are the adventures we have been able to embark upon so far:

  • Evendale markets (1 hr drive) ~ 5 days old
  • George Town Sight Seeing (half hr drive) ~ 2 weeks old
  • Deloraine and Liffy falls (2 hr drive and 45 min walk) ~ 3 weeks old
  • Rock climbing ~ 3 weeks old
  • Launceston play dates x 2 (1 hr drive) ~ 3 and 5 weeks old
  • Derby sight seeing and lunch (2 hr drive) ~ 4 weeks old
  • Holwell Gorge (half hr walk) ~ 5 weeks old
  • Cataract Gorge (1 hr drive and 1 hr walk) ~ 5 weeks old
  • Today at 6 weeks ~ first RUN!
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Today’s turn of unexpected events

Today I am 34 weeks pregnant.

This is the first day that I am on my own since moving to Tasmania and my husband banned me from doing anything but setting up my nursery and pack hospital bag as he noticed the impact of me not being able to nest and rest for the most of my pregnancy. This gave me great joy.

So we awoke and shared a lovely morning meal by the fireplace.

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Simply perfect.

I packed him a lunch box and Robin set off for the day to work on the foundations for ‘the Shearer Shack’.

A day where I do not have to get out of my pj’s was much needed and sounded just delightful. Slowly but surely I enjoyed the quite morning unpacking all the beautiful items I was gifted at my baby shower and preparing for Baby Bear’s arrival. In amongst nesting, I did some washing too.

 

Now our house has doors that lock automatically when the door is closed, so you either need to be on the inside or have a key when you exit the building. When I go outside I usually wedge the door open slightly or take a key with me.

Upon exiting the home for the second load of washing the wind took the door and slammed it shut, locking me out. We have a coded lock at the back door but pregnancy brain took its toll and there was nothing I could do to remember the code.

So here I am. Messy bed hair, no bra, house slippers, and a big bathrobe standing outside in the winter Tasmanian winds. My phone, keys and dignity all locked away within the home.

At this point we only have lived in Tasmania itself for 5 days and with my sense of direction, I could not remember where anyone we had met in our time here lived. There was no way my restless self was going to sit around for several hours waiting for Robin to come home.

I knew Robin was working 9 minutes from home. The road leading there was 100km/h and so my calculations had me at being able to walk that distance in about 2 hours. Math isn’t my strong point, and worse so pregnant.

Luckily for the wind that was around today the first load of washing was mostly dry. They were of course, all of Robins clothing, so I wacked on three of his slightly damp shirts, a pair of tracksuits and found my gumboots by the front door. K, dressed… enough. And set out for my hike.

Over the last week my pregnancy symptoms were pretty severe having me in tears just about everyday but today was different and I was determined to not let anything bring me down. I set out on my adventure to be with the one I love.

The first 2 km I was going strong, but after that started feeling niggles and pains. At the point I was limping along I had the brilliant idea of hitch hiking. At this point I had done nothing about my bed hair so you can imagine the sight. Messy little, massively pregnant pregnant lady on the side of a rural country road. To my surprise, it seemed pregnancy didn’t add to peoples sympathy in picking up a random from the side of the road. Countless cars drove by and I was determined to continue the journey.

I had made 4km of ground when I started thinking this might not have been my brightest plan but there was no point turning back. At this point if I sat down and rested a couple of minutes every kilometre it would relieve my back pain enough to continue a little further. I really was enjoying the fresh hair and singing to my Jesus as I continued to put one foot in front of another.

Two hours into my walk the Lord sent me a saint. A fella who had just become a grandad 10 days ago so was visiting his new grandchild from Western Australia. He was out and about running errands for his family when pity fell upon him and he picked me up. At the point I had covered 5km and didn’t realise there was 7km more to go to the Shearer Shack. I was so grateful I actually ran for the first time since 17 weeks pregnant. No, more like sprinted the 20 meters to his car door.

We chatted and drove the 7 km together and about 400 meters before the entrance to the property I see Robin driving in his car the opposite direction, presumably driving home. Oh no :/

I waved at Robin with little hope he saw me and just decided to continue my journey to the property anyway, where there I would wait for Robin to figure out where I might be.

Luckily enough this story ends happily, as he did see me, turned around, picked me up and together we went home to a warm slow cooked lunch together. I feel so blessed to have the energy today to have walked 5km and then to be rescued. Now I shall bathe and continue my day of resting and nesting.

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Both complete sadness and complete bliss ~ Naturally Jek’s bubba shower and fair well.

My heart is now so full even though yesterday was met with deep emotion.

Bittersweet.

I am so blessed to have been spoiled beyond compare at my baby shower, where each and every person celebrated in the joy of my darling little human about to enter onto earth side.

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I’ve never been so ‘in the moment’ and ‘present’ with people before than I did yesterday afternoon. This stemmed out of two factors; one, my go getter personality has virtually taken a holt since being pregnant and all I can do is just be. A quality I have only recently acquired. And two, yesterday was the last time for a long time I would see the beautiful faces of the many humans that I love so dearly in this world.

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In 10 short days is when I take my husbands hand and our little family and embark upon a leap of faith kind of journey to the other side of Australia. I’ve always loved adventure, change and living excitedly. However, of all the moves, this is he hardest, because never before have I had the deep heart connection to so many people as I have since being where I am now.

I am extremely emotional.

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I am extremely pregnant.

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I am extremely blessed.

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Becoming a nesting Mumma and wanting the best for bubba.

It is an incredible journey watching my body change and grow knowing that it is creating a life. I marvel at the wondrous (and sometimes horrifying) changes that are taking place. Who would have thought that almost half the population of history has gone through what I am going through now? I have a increased respect for women now.

I felt bub quite early on, 15 weeks with my first flutter, then 20 weeks and my mountain man got to feel the life within moving to his touch. Now it is a daily occurrence for bub to have a dance party converting my round belly into all sorts of shapes momentarily.

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Typically I am a go-getter, 110% miles an hour type of person, but pregnancy has slowed me down about 14 notches. And with that, the desire to nest for this gypsy soul has increased. Which has proven quite challenging when you are de-cluttering your life to the size of a trailer for a move over 30 hours away. But I have been able to spend some time making bits and bobs, doing DIY projects (pic below), making wish lists and pinning dream bub items on pinterest for when we do settle down.

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Some things however, I could not resist getting now. Like this Silver Cross Special Edition Henley pram. When we walked into the baby shop, Robin walked straight up to it and pushed it around like “he’s the man”. I love the mobility with even one hand, the warmth within the bassinet for bub and the big basket underneath, as I am a lover of practicality. The leather handles and cup holder are a beautiful bonus.

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For me, now, taking care of bub is my number one priority. Feeding my body nutritiously has been hard, so thankfully I am able to reply on my toxic free, potently powerful and ethically made supplements to nourish bub. Jump on over to my prenatal care tab to see what I have been advised to take and why.

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Tips of the day:

  • When I am feeling nauseous, increase the Natural Mineral Drink USA AUS and I become A-OK!
  • When growing and stretching, lather yourself up with lotion. I love using organic coconut oil where there are no stretch marks yet and where I have some already I use the Wrinkle Guard USA AUS as it works to reduce scarring. I love that my big purple markers, even as I grow larger are becoming more faint.
  • The importance of supplements for me is to give bub the foundational healthy pillars for being a little warrior once in this world.