Guest post by Megan Jaworski Megan is the founder of Be The Change Coaching and a Melbourne supermum with two small boys - two year old Liam and six month old Benji. For those of us who have never had a reflux baby it is hard to imagine the confusion, guilt, isolation and helplessness that comes with the constant crying and knowing your baby is in pain but not being able to help them. Babies suffering from reflux have a rough ride, but the impact on their mums can be enormous. Megan wrote this story to help other mums know they are not alone and to share some practical tips that have helped her. Reflux in an adult can be horrendous, but ... Continue Reading...
What it Means to be a Mum of Two Kids Under Two
Being a mum of two under two means constantly compromising. It means stopping mid breastfeed to take your toddler to the potty. It means putting the baby down, to pick up the child who has fallen. It means fitting two kids on your knee. It means missing the break you used to get when your toddler went to bed. It means wishing ‘bedtime’ didn’t literally take all night. It means being grateful that your baby isn’t mobile yet and wondering what you will do when she is. I means having people constantly say things like, ‘it will get easier’, but suspecting it will get harder first. It means savouring the one-on-one moments with ... Continue Reading...
Why We Said No To Visitors at the Hospital
The thing I love about the first few days with a brand new baby in hospital is that it allows the world to stop. For that time in the hospital there is nothing else – nowhere you need to be, nothing you need to do. It is just about you, and your baby, and breastfeeding and bonding and healing. I needed this time so much. We asked for no visitors at the hospital (with the exception of my firstborn and my parents who brought her). We told people in advance if we had the opportunity to throw it into conversation (this is important if you want to avoid the friendly pop-ins), but we also had to tell people who texted us asking to come. We ... Continue Reading...
Zara’s first few days at home
Our first week with Zara disappeared in a blur of feeding and making sure my one year old didn't smother my baby. My dad picked us up from the hospital when Zara was two days old. My mum and dad had been looking after our eldest the whole time so my husband could stay at the hospital with me, which I was thrilled about. I know those first few days are so precious - I wanted to share every part of it with him and he didn’t want to miss it. The day we came home was a sunny afternoon. Nala was over excited to see her sister coming home and a little bit crazy (read: a lot crazy). She refused to get in her car seat so it took a while to load ... Continue Reading...