We are officially in the in-betweeny bit. That post-Christmas lull before the New Year begins, where you aren’t quite ready to get back to normality. When the Christmas tree still looks magical but you begin to want to take everything down and put it away ready to start afresh. When you can’t quite face doing a normal weekly shop but the party food is starting to run out and you begin to crave a bit more of the healthy stuff!

Usually, I find this time hard because after all of the magic of Christmas is over, everything feels a bit lacklustre. Last year, I was back at work and I remember feeling really blue for a week or so. This year is a little different as G has the week off but I thought it might be useful to do a post with some ways to perk you up if you have the post-Christmas/January blues.

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Ever since Freddie arrived, I have marvelled that he is a part of me and a part of my husband. When I was pregnant I used to dream about what he would look like and now that he is here I love watching his appearance gradually change and his features start to resemble a mix of us both. Having a baby has undoubtedly changed our relationship and it has introduced new highs and lows that I had not really anticipated. I thought it would be interesting to list some of the way here to see if any other Mama’s can relate to them too!

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I spent the first few months of Freddie’s life in survival mode. He was quite an unhappy, little baby with Silent Reflux tainting quite a lot of our time together. I was hanging on for the magical three-month mark when every book, blog and person had told me that things would suddenly get easier. And then they didn’t. Of course I loved Freddie as soon as I met him, all tiny and wrinkly and brand new. Of course we had many special moments together where I laughed and snuggled him and I felt- and still do feel- like the luckiest Mama in the world. But for those first few months, I found motherhood a real struggle and when it wasn’t suddenly easier I had some pretty low moments.

Having said that, at around five and half/six months everything did suddenly become so much easier. Freddie had a much more predictable routine, he began to nap at roughly the same time, his sleep improved again, he was content to play on his own for longer periods and he seemed to learn something new everyday. Since then, it seems to get better and more enjoyable and I genuinely enjoy each day with him. He is my little pal, he’s hilarious, stubborn, mischievous, affectionate and intelligent all wrapped up in an adorable bundle of big blue eyes and tufts of curly, blonde hair. This post is for any other Mama’s out there who have felt the way I did, who have found the first few months really tough and wondered or are wondering when it gets easier. Here are seven things I love about my seven month old. View Full Post

When Freddie was three/four months old I think I developed a mild case of Post-Natal Depression (Bad Days, Baby Blues & Being Honest). I want to write another post about that, partly because this is the first time I have actually written that down. Or said it really. For the last two months and a bit, since Freddie turned six months really, I have finally felt much more like myself again. Freddie and I have found a bit of a routine, he learns something new every day which is fascinating to watch and everything is just easier. But every now and then I am hit with a familiar wave of ‘Mumxiety’ and it takes me back to those feelings I had during that difficult time. Yesterday evening was one of those moments.  View Full Post


Wow. You have been on this earth for half a year, how is that possible? Although some of those days have felt like they would never end it is also feels like the months have just rushed past us and you have changed and grown up before I have had time to properly process it all.

You were so tiny when you were born, your Daddy could hold you in one hand. Those days are long gone now. You have the longest legs and when I hold you now you stretch out across me. I miss those tiny newborn cuddles, those times when you would sleep for hours on my chest. I don’t miss the days where you would feed all day though, where I couldn’t eat or get dressed and where we often didn’t move from the spot your Daddy left us in that morning. Those days where you cried for hours because your silent reflux was bad and you were in pain.  View Full Post