Happy 3rd Birthday Violy!

Dear Violet,

Happy 3rd Birthday Baby Girl! I guess I’m going to have to stop calling you that now, because you are far from a baby these days! I find it hard to believe you are 3 today…but when I think about how much you’ve grown since your last birthday, It’s crazy what a big girl you’ve grown into!

Since your 2nd birthday a lot has changed! For one thing, you became a big sister! Ivy was born almost born 3 months and 4 days after you last birthday, and the two of you have been as thick as thieves since then! You love to kiss her head, and pat her bottom, and are constantly making her laugh. The two of you chat and giggle together constantly, and you affectionately refer to her as ‘Googie’. When Ivy wakes from a nap, you’ll put on your high-pitched Mama voice and say “Good Morning Googie! Hello Googie! Awwww Googie!!!” You’ll then announce to me from across the room ‘MAMAAAA! IVY AWAKE!!!!’ It’s pretty darn cute and I never get sick of hearing it.

As well as getting a new sister, you also got a new house! Mummy & Daddy finally got their act together and bought your ‘forever home’ at the beach. It took a little while for you to understand that we’d left the only home you’d ever known in Brisbane and moved to the Gold Coast, but your love for the sun, sand and sea quickly won you over and you regularly tell me you love this house, which makes us so happy.

And as if all of that wasn’t enough, you also started going to daycare for the first time. I realised that you were too smart and busy to be hanging out at home with me everyday, and with Ivy coming along that became even more apparent! At first we weren’t sure how you’d go, but you handled it like a pro and 6 months in you’re still smiling when we wave goodbye to you. Today you helped me make cupcakes with sprinkles on them to take into Kindy to celebrate your birthday with your friends. You got to sit with your besties Edith & Neve while you wore the Birthday hat and everyone sang happy birthday to you.

This year you’re having a big birthday party at home too! It will be Circus themed (cos you love the circus) and all of your family, cousins and friends will be there! We’ve also got a clown coming and lots of yummy food including popcorn cupcakes, dagwood dogs and toffee apples which I know you’ll love.


Getting ready for your party


Getting ready for your party


Popcorn cupcakes🙂

You’ve grown up into such a sweet, funny smart little girl and you are always surprising us. You love to help Mummy cook and clean and you love to help Daddy build things or just play games with him. You have a wicked sense of humour and you also have a strong stubborn streak that as difficult as it makes my life now, I know it will hold you in good stead when you’re a high profile lawyer or something equally important when you’re an adult!

Here’s a little snippet of Violet the 3 year old:

  • You still love your food, but your fave is Sushi! It’s your go-to treat. You also love burgers.
  • Every day you ask to dress like a ballerina…you love ballerina dresses/skirts/shoes and insist on pig tails in your hair.
  • You love to dance! you also love to colour-in, play with play-doh, and will spend hours a day playing with your dolls, Shopkins, your pretend kitchen and your farm animals.
  • You love picnics, and puppy dogs, and koala’s.
  • You adore Emma from the Wiggles (cos she’s a ballerina)
  • Your best friends are Edith & Neve, as well as your Sissy.

Happy Birthday Violet Mae, I hope you enjoy your special day and know how much we all love you!

xo Mama

My little Ivy is 5 Months Old

Ivy is 5 Months old!

Dear Ivy,

Hey Baby Girl! Today you are 5 months old…WHAAAAT?! I can’t really believe it! You’re growing up so fast so I thought it was time we sat down and told you how special you are.

Today was the first day you tried solid food.  I gave you the most beautiful avocado to try, it cost me $3.50 so it’d wanna be a good one too! You seemed more excited by the spoon than the avo to be honest, but you gave it a good crack and seemed to have fun so we’ll have another go tomorrow!

You are still a very easy-going baby, and you never whinge or ask for anything other than a feed or a cuddle.  Sometimes you cry because your big sister likes to lay on top of you, and you’re not a big fan of that manoeuvre but you will generally tolerate it for a little while because you love having your sister close to you. She also puts her feet in your face and is constantly waking you up from your sleep, but you know that if you pull her hair hard enough she’ll leave you alone.

You always smile whenever your big Sis comes near you.  She’s very funny and likes to make you laugh.  She’s dubbed you ‘Doo-Doo’ and likes to talk to you in a high pitched voice just like Mama does. She tells me that you’re her best friend and I have no doubt that as the two of you grow that won’t change as you already have a strong bond with your Sissy. Just a few nights ago we were trying to get Violet to go to sleep in her big girl bed and she was crying wouldn’t stop.  Even though you very rarely cry, you could here Violy in the next room and every time she cried, you cried too. We couldn’t do anything to settle or comfort you, but when Violy eventually calmed down, so did you!

Ivy Drink Bottle

You are the most beautiful baby, and whilst you look a lot like your sister in many ways (especially when you smile) you are very much your own person. You like to be involved in whatever is going around you, and you smile at anyone and everyone. When you get really excited, you make a loud screeching sound. It’s such a shocking and unexpected from such a sweet little baby, however it always makes us laugh and can only be likened to the sound that a Pterodactyl might make!

You have the longest arms and you like to swing them about which is seriously cute. You’re also our ‘tall’ baby and I expect it won’t be long before you pass your big sister in the height department as she’s at the bottom of the scale and you’re at the top! You look a lot like your Mama, and you have your great-grandfather’s eye shape just like your sister.  You have the most stunning beautiful blue eyes and people constantly stop us to comment on how lovely you are. When you smile, you look just like your Dadda so you’re a beautiful genetic mix that’s for sure!

You’ve slotted into our little family so easily and you are a true joy to be around. I cannot believe you are already trying to sit up and crawl and that my little baby is not so little anymore! Luckily you’re still small enough to want your Mama’s cuddles and can’t tell me to stop kissing your face yet.

Thank you for being such an easy, low maintenance baby, and for making us all so happy! I dare say that you’re sweet nature and good temperament will be enough for Mama to convince Daddy that we should eventually have a third! (Good Girl!)

Ivy 5 Months old

Happy 5 Months Ivy Merle: Beautiful girl!

We love you times infinity.

x Mama

One of those days…..

Today was such a fun day to be a Mama to a toddler and a newborn. Here’s a little insight into the day I’ve had for those of you playing at home:
Went to the post office: Toddler pulled the pram over on top of herself whilst swinging on it. (Thankfully baby wasn’t in it at the time). Elderly people helpfully suggested I don’t let her swing on the pram in future. Yep, thanks for that.
Went to get a much needed coffee at cafe: Waited in front of cash register to order. Lady behind counter went on to serve person in line behind me. Too angry to speak up for fear of what might come out of my mouth. Eventually got served and coffee tasted like shit. Well worth the effort!
Took toddler to Library in an attempt to have a fun outing. Toddler spent the whole time trying to escape, throwing books, jumping on books, then shit her nappy. Smell was so offensive we had to evacuate. Threw worlds biggest screaming fit when trying to leave.

Realised it was past lunch time and perhaps we were all just hungry. No way was I getting those kids outta the car so stopped at KFC drive through and requested a kids meal. ‘Popcorn chicken’ was suggested. Toddler heard this and sounded thrilled so I ordered it. Upon receiving popcorn chicken, toddler WAS NOT thrilled. Apparently she thought she was getting popcorn AND chicken. Cue screaming/crying and refusal to eat box of deceptive popcorn/chicken. Preferred to eat my burger instead.

Got home to find parcels at my door. Yay! Had ordered a pair of togs suitable for a recently-given-birth mother who refuses to wear Nanna swimwear but had just bought a house at the beach. Despite claims of ‘control’ mechanisms around the stomach and them being a ‘flattering’ design, turns out they fulfilled neither promise and were instead both too big, too small and instead of slimming my post-baby body made me look like I was due to give birth any day. Not bad for $80 on sale huh? Guess I’ll be skipping summer this year.

Went outside to check on toddler who was playing quietly in cubby house. Found cubby house was being re-decorated with a tube of toothpaste. Toddler was also covered in toothpaste or ‘paint’ as she called it. Tried to discipline toddler by sending her to her room. She replied with a stern voice ‘NO MUMMY! You go to YOUR ROOM!’.


Dont mind if I do actually….

Isn’t being a Mum just the best job in the world? Have you had one of those days too?

Pass the wine please…..

Our Sea Change

It’s happening.

You know that thing you’ve often wished for, talked about, dreamt about? That thing that always feels like it’s going to happen ‘one day’ or ‘down the track?’ I’m sure you guys know what I’m talking about….

For us that ‘thing’ was a desire to move away from the hustle and bustle of Brisbane, and settle our young family by the Sea.  For every holiday spent at the beach that inevitably had to end…we’d ask ourselves ‘Why don’t we just stay? Why don’t we just move here?’.  We told ourselves that ‘One day’ we would do exactly that. Move to the beach. And now, it’s ACTUALLY HAPPENING.

It might not seem like a big deal, as it’s technically only an hour down the road, but I gotta tell you: IT’S A BIG DEAL! Not only does it mean that we had to find somewhere to live (details….mere details) but the home that we’ve lived in for the last 7 years has been sold, and all of a sudden, shit’s gotten real!

When we first moved into our little brick house in the ‘burbs, I’ve gotta be honest, she wasn’t pretty! A boring brick home deep in suburbia, her interior had not been touched since she was first decorated in the 70’s. There was A LOT of brown and orange, There was A LOT of hideous wallpaper and some truly heinous carpet. Pretty much every surface need an overhaul and over the next couple of days and weeks, that’s exactly what happened!

Fast forward 7 years and we’re about to say goodbye to our first real ‘home’ as a couple, and as a family! It was in this house that we had our first pet as a couple, It was here that we celebrated many milestones: Getting engaged, getting married, and bringing home our first baby, and most recently our second baby! The garage was home to my very first car, and the lounge-room was where I sat and dreamed up my own business. Fair to say, there’s a lot of memories here, and I’m not sure how I’m going to feel when we leave this ol’ girl behind and move on to greener pastures in a couple of days time!

The plan had always been to move to the Coast once our second baby was born, however the original plan was to rent a cute little two-bedder by beach, and just live the simple life for 12 months while we figured out where we’d eventually settle.  Well fast forward a month or two, throw in a newborn baby and all of a sudden we’re about to reach settlement on our VERY FIRST HOME! I still can’t really believe it myself, but as of yesterday we now own our very first house, and it’s WALKING DISTANCE TO THE BEACH! BOOM!

Don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t a rushed decision and it certainly wasn’t an easy one as it was made when I was very pregnant and full of crazy hormones, but as our moving day has now arrived, its starting to look like our ‘one-day’ dream is very quickly becoming our new reality! The process to get there was not a pleasant one, dealing with incompetent mortgage brokers, solictors and the dreaded bank….pretty much every deadline got stretched out and there were countless mistakes and drama’s along the way, but in three hours time there will be a removalists truck rocking up and removing every piece of furniture we own!

At the moment, I’m so sleep deprived its hard to know how I feel about it all – A mixture of excitement, dread, nostalgia…but most of all I have an overwhelming need to get my family settled.  Poor Ivy was born into an environment of disarray, and after having just turned three weeks old yesterday (what was supposed to be our moving day) I’m sure she’ll be excited to know that she’ll have an actual cot and a more permanent place to reside! Violet has also struggled to understand what’s going on and although we keep telling her we are going to live ‘at the beach’, it doesn’t seem to have sunk-in just yet!

Hopefully once we all arrive at our new home, it’s 45 year old charm (complete with a loft, spiral staircase, and trap door) will soothe us all into our new lifestyle and it will prove to be the best decision we ever made! Either way, I’ll keep you posted!

Have you ever made a Sea-Change? Tell me, was it was the best thing you ever did? (PLEASE!)

Welcome to the world, Ivy Merle!

Dear Ivy Merle,

Welcome to the world sweet girl! I can’t believe you’re really here! I feel like I was pregnant with you for the shortest time, and now you’re actually here with us on the ‘outside’ it just feels so surreal!

You were due on the 18th of September, but decided you’d wait a couple of days and make sure we were ready for you, and I gotta say after two nights in a row of contractions and labour pains, and not to mention zero sleep…your Dad and I could not have been more keen to finally meet you!

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You started to make your presence known at midnight the night before you arrived, but because we’d had a few false starts the previous night I just didn’t believe that you were really coming, so I tried my best to just sleep and ignore the niggles and pain. Eventually though, it all got a bit too much and your poor Daddy was at his wits end as to what to do….so he told me to get in the shower.  As soon as I did, I had this overwhelming feeling that despite not having regular, strong contractions that you were COMING! I got out of the shower, called Megan our lovely midwife, and she told us she’d meet us at the hospital.

At 4:30am, your Daddy and I drove to the hospital, and I remember thinking I mustn’t really be in labour as I felt so lucid and ‘normal’, making a point of warning your Dad about the speed camera as we entered the highway. The trip to the hospital was uneventful, and as we parked and then entered the hospital foyer I remember thinking how different I felt the last time I was there….I could barely walk and was having contractions every few steps. Poor Daddy had a look of terror like I was going to give birth right there in reception.  This time though, I was chatting to the admissions staff and trying to look more ‘in labour’ than I felt as I was too tired to go home and start the whole process again!

That said, I was given a quick once over by the midwives upon arrival and was told that we were good to go, and I could ‘start pushing if I wanted too’. WHAT?!?!?! That was a surprise but I was SO excited that you’d be with us in a matter of hours! In the end, we were only in the birth suite for 2 hours and at 6:28am you had

I remember them handing you to me, and me marvelling at your dark hair! I also commented on how tiny you were, but that comment was met with laughter because you were 9lb 1 oz, which is hardly tiny! (But it was in comparison to you big sis!). You had a little blue face (a little bruised that’s all) and you hollered from the moment you arrived until you were able to have your first feed. I was instantly smitten, and so was your Daddy!

Because you were so efficient and healthy, we were excited to be heading home from the hospital before lunch time that same day, and then it was time for you to meet your sister! She seemed happy that you were here, but was more excited about the Wiggles book that you’d bought her and her doll’s new blankets and baby carrier! Sisters snuggling in bed ? photo 12019811_10153066774806957_829042767081768347_n_zpsc1hpy16w.jpg

Your Granny came and helped look after you for the first week you were at home as Daddy had to go back to work.  We quickly learned that you’re a cuddler like your sister, and that you liked to feed but for the first few nights decided to throw up every bit of milk I could muster! Despite that, you fit in to the family easily and without fuss, and we were all so happy to have you here finally!

As I write this, you are now 9 days old but it feels as if you’ve been with us forever. Here’s what we know about you already:

  • You love your food, and the only time you cry is when you’re hungry!
  • You are a happy baby! You already smile several times a day and its the sweetest thing EVER!
  • You look like your sister, but are also different in a lot of ways. Your hair is darker and you seem to have the european bloodlines because your skin is darker too!
  • Yo
    u have a good constitution – Just as soon as I change your nappy, I’m needing to change it again!
  • You are low-maintenance, which I didn’t think was possible because your sister was the same, and we were warned we wouldn’t get two ‘good ones’ but it seems we lucked out because you’ve been an angel so far!

Despite it being early days, I just know that you are going to make the most beautiful addition to our family, and that your big sister Violet is going to be your bestest friend! She already insists on holding you all the time “I hold it, Mummy?” and she will plant a kiss on you any chance she gets. Your cousins are equally smitten by you and you’ve had no shortage of attention and cuddles from family and friends!

We are so happy to finally have you here with us little Ivy Merle and we look forward to watching you grow and change as the days, weeks and months fly by.

We love you!

xoxo Your Mama

Happy 2nd Birthday Violet Mae!

Dear Violet Mae,

First of all, I cannot believe that it’s been two whole years since I first laid eyes on that beautiful face of yours! Those two years have gone by so quickly, so before you continue to grow overnight I wanted to take a moment and write about who you are today, as a newly-turned-two-year-old!

When you were born, you were the size of a baby elephant. Seriously, I couldn’t believe it when the midwife held you up to me and you were all kinds of chunky! That being said, you quickly surprised us all when you turned out to be a bit of a midget (and I mean that in the nicest possible way).  You, my girl are petite, and are still wearing size 1 clothing! It’s funny when people don’t realise your age and just assume you are younger.  So many people think you’re advanced because you can walk/talk when you still look so young.  You’re just happy to be told how clever you are so I don’t think you’ll ever be bothered by your pocket rocket size.

Despite being small in stature, you are BIG on personality! You are by no means a ‘shrinking’ Violet, but instead a strong presence that is constantly surprising us! You have a big, booming voice and you like to be heard.  You like to talk (a lot), you love to sing, and it pleases me no end that you love to dance and perform for anyone who’s watching.

You are kind. You are generous. You know what you want. You are amiable and easy-going but when forced to do something against your will, you will not comply and instead protest loudly so that everybody knows about it. You’re almost always happy and your sunshine-y disposition means that you make friends with easily. You’re a social butterfly and that becomes more apparent every day!

You LOVE your food. You’ve always been a good eater and you like to try new things.  At the moment, some of your favourites are Sushi, mushrooms (raw or cooked), blueberries (you ask for them every single day!) and you’ve recently been introduced to the wonder that is ice-cream and cupcakes! So far, I’ve managed to convince you that Greek yoghurt is ice cream but you’re no fool and I know that I won’t be able to get away with that for too much longer! Sometimes you cry out for cheese in your sleep, and your love for pizza is so fierce that you’ll recognise the Domino’s logo from a fast moving car. I hope that your healthy obsession for food continues as both Mummy and Daddy are that way inclined too!

Despite all of your lovely qualities, you’re not all sweetness and light all of the time and you’ve certainly inherited a stubborn streak from both of your parents.  You’re fiercely independent and like doing everything for yourself. You get extremely frustrated when you’re unable to complete a task on your own and patience is something we’re still working on!

You have so many varied interests, and I can’t wait to see which ones stick as you continue to grow.  As I mentioned before you love to perform and have an excellent sense of humour.  You love nothing more than to ham it up in front of family and friends, and strangers are not immune to your charms either….you are always chatting to random people in the supermarket and flashing them your cheeky grin!

You love to swim, you love the beach and you love the park. You’re an avid picker-up-er of sticks, rocks, leaves and flowers and  it’s so nice to watch you explore the world around you. You love other kids but you are also happy with your own company and can play by yourself for hours. You are happiest when you are barefoot and outdoors running about, and you go stir-crazy if you’ve been cooped up inside for too long.

As your Mama, you know I think you’re the most beautiful creature on this earth but it seems everybody that meets you is just as taken with you as I am! I’m always stopped by people commenting on how lovely your blonde hair is, how cute your curls are you’re often complimented on the brightness of your sweet blue eyes (you get those from your Daddy).  And despite your obviously lovely outward appearance, I also know that your true beauty comes from within and that your soul is even more dazzling than that gorgeous face of yours! Before you were born a psychic told me that the reason I was so sick during pregnancy was because you’re a very old soul and such a strong little presence.  I fully believe this to be true as you have a sense of self that wouldn’t otherwise be attainable in the two short years that you’ve been here.
There are so many wonderful things about you and the best part is that you just keep getting better with every passing day! I hope that one day you read this and realise how much we love you and how happy you’ve made your Daddy and I. I’m so glad that you chose me to be your Mama and for giving me such a lovely sense of contentment. I never tire of up waking up to your sweet little face and I’m so grateful that I get to spend all my days with you!

So Happy Birthday my Honey Girl! Enjoy your special day today…Daddy and I are taking you to see your first ever Movie at the cinema (Minions) and then you’ll also get to celebrate with your family all over again on the weekend at your Sprinkles party! Woohoo!

Big love and kisses galore,

Your Mama xx

The Day I became a Mama! (Best Day Ever)

This weekend I am excited to be celebrating my second official Mother’s Day! This year will be extra special as I’m 21 weeks pregnant with my second bundle of joy, and perhaps thats the reason I’ve been alll nostalgic at how quickly the last two years have gone since my first baby (now toddler!) was born.

With that in mind, I figured it was a good time to sit down and write about my first pregnancy/birth story to remind us all just how special our Mum’s are. For my fellow Mama’s: I’m sure you’ll all giggle/wince in pain as I remind you all of your own stories! For those of you who haven’t experienced the ‘miracle’ of childbirth yourself: Don’t worry, mine’s a good story and there’s no mention of blood or guts or Vagina’s* I promise!

*That’s the only time I swear!

You’re Pregnant

I remember when I first found out that I was pregnant with Violet. Trav and I had recently gotten married in Central Park in New York City. It was literally a dream come true!  We then travelled to the Caribbean for the worlds best Honeymoon, and then ventured home via Miami and Dallas.  We’d been gone for 4 weeks all up, and it was the most surreal, wonderful time in our lives. We were married! In NYC! We just got home from the Caribbean! It was a lot to absorb, and I felt sure that the deep depression that normally follows a great holiday (let alone a wedding!) was about to sink in.

Getting hitched in NYC (image: Benj Haisch Photography)

Trav and I decided when we were on our honeymoon that we might be ready to start trying for kids. As much as I’d always wanted them, it’s such a huge decision and some moments I was convinced I was ready and then others I was like WHOA! I’m only 19! (Note: I wasn’t 19, I was 29 but I felt like I was 19….you know what I mean?!) So anyways, being in the Caribbean where there’s nothing to do but drink rum alllllll the days meant that we weren’t really thinking all that straight and logic went out the window.

Suffice to say, the day we got back to Australia I knew. I woke up super early the day after we’d flown home. I had this niggling feeling that I was pregnant, so I did a home test just to put my mind at ease.  It was positive. I did another one because there’s no way you can try once on your honeymoon and fall pregnant. It was positive too. I felt numb. I remember walking out into the kitchen with the tests and showing Trav. His reaction was total shock. I remember that I had no idea what to say or feel…..and so we just kind of hugged awkwardly cos we assumed thats what people in this situation did. We were both SO tired and SO shocked! We then made an appointment to see the GP straight away because I was sure they’d need to do a proper blood test which would probably turn out to be negative.

The drive to the Doctor’s seemed to take ETERNITY. I remember I almost fainted when it was time to get out of the car. When we saw the Doctor she asked “So, why are you here today”. I said “I think I’m pregnant”. I expected her to say “OMG! You’re so young! What are you thinking?!” She didn’t. She asked if I’d done a test. I told her I had…twice. “Ok then great. Let’s start doing some referrals and I’ll give you some forms for blood tests and hospital admissions”. Just like that. We were pregnant.

The ‘Joys’ of Pregnancy

The next few months were crazy.  I told my sister before I’d reached the 12 weeks mark because we were talking one day and I was convinced that she ‘knew’ (despite the fact that it was way too early and I wasn’t remotely showing or suffering any symptoms). She was excited! That made it feel so real. I wasn’t excited, more like terrified.  I also thought everybody at work knew, and that all my friends knew….in fact it was all I thought about ALL THE TIME. Then the sickness came, and it was hard to hide.  I remember one day a colleague was commenting on how strange my eating habits had become, and she said jokingly ‘You aren’t pregnant are you?’. I burst into tears….so that pretty much answered her question!

23 weeks pregnant with Violet. This was probably taken just before/after throwing up.

My pregnancy with Violet felt long and hard.  I was throwing up most days, sometimes once, sometimes several times a day.  I craved all kinds of stuff: potatoes, oranges, and for the first four weeks all I ate was kale (I have not touched the stuff since!).  I got hot easily, and this always led to me being sick.  One morning I was at a packed bus stop waiting for a peak hour bus to the city.  It was hot, and there was nowhere for me to sit.  Before I knew it, I was vomiting into a shopping bag in front of about 50 shocked onlookers.  No one said a word, they all just stared in horror.  I tied up my shopping bag and went straight home to cry and eat biscuits.

Other than the constant sickness, and the heartburn, and the leg cramps, I had a pretty normal pregnancy and was looking forward to meeting my baby for the first time.  I wondered what it would look like, if it was a girl or a boy, and whether or not the birth would  be as awful as everybody makes out.  Trav and I decided pretty early on that we wanted to find out the sex, even though I was convinced I was having a boy! The day of our 20 week scan rolled around, and I remember being in the shower that morning and thinking ‘How exciting! I’m going to see my baby today!’.  As I stood there, I had this massive wave of realisation: IT’S A GIRL.  I don’t know where it came from, as I had always wanted a boy first and had my entire boy nursery theme pinned on Pinterest!  I decided to ignore the premonition and off we went to the scan.

It’s a WHAT?!

Lo and behold, the premonition turned out to be correct.  It was a girl! Trav was excited.  The guy doing the ultrasound was excited. I was NOT EXCITED! We were then told we’d have to wait a while whilst they printed up the report. Trav and I went for a walk outside.  I cried. Like, bawled my eyes out. I cried because I was having a girl, and then I cried for being so awful about wanting a boy instead. I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A BOY!!!!!

Later that day we went to IKEA to look at nursery furniture.  I cried there too, as I looked at all the cute boy stuff that was supposed to be in my nursery.  Yep. I was a pregnant hormonal mess and the only thing I thought I ‘knew’ about this baby turned out to be totally and utterly wrong!

Now before you all have a go at me for being ungrateful and anti-girl, I have to say that with a bit of hindsight the way that I behaved at that news was ridiculous and if someone else told me that story I’d be all judgemental too, but I promise you all that once that news eventually sank in I let go of my boy baby obsession and started focusing on all the excitement that a little girl would bring (pig-tails and ballet!)  It was also a good lesson for this soon-to-be Mama that babies are not predictable, or something you can control and I quickly learnt to just roll with punches for the remainder of my pregnancy!


For the months leading up to my birth, I met regularly at my midwife clinic with a group of about 10 women who were all due to have babies in the same month.  It was great and enjoyed talking to other first time Mum’s who were experiencing some of the same symptoms, emotions, fears and general craziness that I was. I remember the last few sessions I attended were getting smaller. Some of these girls had already had their babies! I was convinced that I’d be giving birth around 38 weeks. Once again, I was wrong.

40 weeks pregnant. She’s never coming out!!!

39 weeks came and went….nothing. 40 weeks came and went….NOTHING! I figured this baby was just going to stay in my belly and we’d just continue living our lives.  Eventually, the midwives starting talking about inducing me and this terrified me. I asked to wait as long as possible for this to happen so that I could hopefully kick things off naturally, and they agreed.  During the next few days I did it all: Acupuncture, raspberry  leaf tea, Clary sage oil (which smells like shit by the way) and eating copious amounts of pineapple.  Well I’m pleased to say, that the day after I consumed an entire pineapple whilst perched on my fit-ball (nothing to do with fitness, it was just the only way I could sit comfortably) I woke up the next morning to the early signs of labour! It’d been 41 weeks and 3 days and the little pudding had decided she was ready!

Go Time!

It was still pretty early in the morning (about 4am from memory) and I woke up feeling weird.  I’d had Braxton Hicks before though, so I decided I’d go get into the bath to try to make myself more comfortable.  Trav got up and was getting ready for work, and when he came to say goodbye to him I gently suggested maybe he should just stay home today.  Within a couple of hours, it was pretty clear that today was the day!

Things are a bit of a blur from here on in, but I remember calling the mid-wife, and then my Mum and Sister turned up for moral support.  Things seemed to progress pretty quickly and before I knew it, we were headed to the hospital.  I was kneeling on the back seat of my new car, thinking Christ I hope I don’t ruin the leather seats! I also remember glancing out the window when we were stopped in traffic, amused at what at the people in the cars next to us must be thinking.

By the time we got to the hospital, it was ON! I remember it feeling like an outer body experience, walking into the foyer in my Peter Alexander cupcake nightie and thongs (a ridiculous vision in itself), looking at all the families holding balloons and flowers, all who seemed to recoil in horror (or worse: amusement!) at my appearance.  We hadn’t even made it to the reception desk to ‘check in’ before I had a huge contraction and I had to hold on to a hand rail along the wall and try not to have my baby on the linoleum.  Trav later told me how horrified he was to look over at me in this position and how embarrassing it was.  I can honestly say that at the time, I wouldn’t have cared one bit! If only he knew what was coming!

We’d arrived at the hospital around lunchtime, and by the time I walked into the examination room to check how dilated I was, the midwife on duty took one glance in my direction and said “Oh, she’s in labour! – take her straight to the labour suite!”.  This was a little surprising to me, as I’d understood labour could take days….but hey, it’d been 41 weeks I was good to go!

Our first family photo taken moments after Violet was born.

I remember the labour being fast, and thinking that it wasn’t as painful as I thought it’d be…but it was so difficult!!! More than once I thought that perhaps she just wasn’t coming out, but then all of a sudden she was being held up for me to see! I was so relieved that she as here! I remember thinking she was red (overcooked) and HUGE (9lb 8oz) and the most beautiful potato-like creature I’d ever seen!

I remember the midwife putting her on my chest, and me thinking, I guess I should probably cry now?  I think perhaps I managed a few tears but the whole thing was so surreal: I had a baby. I was a Mama! They asked us what her name was and we proudly told them that it was ‘Violet Mae’. A beautiful name for our beautiful blonde bombshell of a girl. They told me to try breastfeeding her. ‘Ok!’ I said, whilst I secretly thought how the hell do I do that? Turns out I didn’t have to know, cos that teeny tiny (gigantic) baby just went for it by herself! She’s good like that.

I remember feeling happy that everything had gone how I’d hoped.  I managed the whole birth without any drugs or intervention and I felt pretty good actually! I felt proud to be a woman and marvelled at how clever we are. We’re freakin amazing! Then they told me that actually I’d had a third degree tear and that I’d need surgery right way. Farrrrrrrrk! Still, even with that fun curve ball, I still remember the whole thing rather fondly and once again felt grateful that for me it was overall a positive experience.

My blonde bombshell Violet Mae.

The After-math

After surgery, I remember waiting in recovery for the all-clear when Trav came in with our big chunky baby. That’s when it all hit me! I’d only known that baby for a matter of hours, yet I’d missed her terribly while she was away from me! It made me so happy to see Trav as well. He was a Daddy now!  He’d taken care of her whilst I was in surgery and that just made my heart so full. He’d already bonded with her and was pointing things out to me, like her long fingers or her mop of blonde hair. The two of them were already buddies and it was the most beautiful thing to see.

Shortly after, they transferred me to my hospital bed where I was to stay for the next few days while I recuperated. My sister was standing at the end of the bed holding Violet while the nurses were fussing over me and getting me sorted.  I looked up at the two of them and at that moment Violet turned her big potato head and looked right at me! It was the freakiest thing ever and both my sister and I were like Did that just happen? I didn’t think newborns had head control! (To be fair, she was practically a toddler when she was born so I guess that explains it)

My beautiful baby girl with toddler-like head control.

The next few days, nights and weeks all seemed to fly by/drag on and to be honest the after-birth hormones are worse than the pregnancy ones! I remember watching Despicable Me and crying through the whole movie despite it being a very funny children’s cartoon.  I remember being tired and wondering if I’d ever sleep again. I remember worrying about every mark, rash, spot, or any other change in Violet’s appearance.  I remember my milk coming in and thinking it was WAY worse than labour! I remember sitting up at 2am thinking how beautiful and amazing my daughter was.  I remember sitting up at 4am thinking I was going to die if I didn’t get more sleep. The whole newborn experience is magical and horrendous all at the same time, and whilst it feels like eternity whilst you’re in it, two years later I look back and think it was all over too fast!

You’re Pregnant. Again!

It’s crazy to reflect and recall all these details and know that we’re about to do it all over again with our second baby due in September (eek!). Maybe I’m crazy for wanting doing it all again but I also can’t remember what life was like before I was a Mama! It’s a hard, dirty, emotional and often thankless job, but its also the most rewarding wonderful gift and I feel privileged to be a member of such a super cool club!

Baby number two! Due September 2015

So to all my fellow Mama’s:

Happy Mother’s Day!

Remember how amazing you are and how far you’ve come! Remember to celebrate not only your own achievements, but your Mum’s too (clearly she did a good job…look at how amazing her child is)