
I see her sometimes
I see her sometimes. Those first few months I didn’t know her at all, and I was more than content to forget her for as long as needed to be immersed in all of you.⠀

My breastfeeding journey
I didn't get the breastfeeding journey I longed for... The one that I assumed would be so natural and easy... The one that I hoped to stay on for as long as we wanted... The one that that I'd have the liberty to opt out of whatever we felt necessary...

Mums supporting mums
Motherhood - made so much easier when we can speak openly of the hard without feeling guilty about expressing it.

Mother’s Day Wasn’t For Me
My musings of Motherhood, and Mother’s Day to be more specific. A day that many of us hope for, but when it finally happens, feels different to what we expected or imagined.