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The dreaded question

nicole_harper / Bloggity Blog, Life / / 4 comments

This post is part one in an extraordinary series of four posts which outlines our beautiful guest writer Nicole’s IVF journey. We hope that you join us as we explore in-depth what she went through both physically and emotionally from the start to the finish of this process, and we truly hope that her story can give you some hope and help on your own journey.  The dreaded question….. The question most of us ask without thinking. We ask because we are generally excited for that person. We ask with no malice. But that one question… It can make your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach and feel like someone has squeezed all the air out of your lungs. “Soooo when are you guys having kids”? (more…)

The fear, Oh the fear.

Ellyn Shepherd / Bloggity Blog, Life / / 0 comments

Do you ever get that creeped out feeling, like you don’t want to look behind you because you are sure that someone is there?? I get that feeling all of the time.  And I mean ALLLLLLLL of the time. (more…)

The First Smile

Ellyn Shepherd / Baby, Bloggity Blog, Love, Mumma / / 0 comments

Wait…did he just fart or is he smiling at me? Those first few weeks after you bring your baby home are tough. Trying to master the change, feed, play, sleep schedule on minimal sleep can be a challenge. You find yourself bleary eyed and dreaming about the day when your little person looks at you and smiles, rather than just staring at you with that concerned who the hell are you and what the hell am I doing here look on his or her face. (more…)

This Breastfeeding Business

Ellyn Shepherd / Baby, Bloggity Blog, Mumma / / 20 comments

Well. Breastfeeding was hard. Much harder than I thought. As a woman you believe it to be a natural process, and that it is instinctual for both your body and your baby to feed and to in turn be fed. You take the ability to do it for granted. I looked forward to this beautiful & relaxing process and thought it was my special gift as a woman and my natural right as a future mother, to be able to feed my own child with my body. And like a jerk, I had smugly assumed that it would be easy. And of course it can be…it just wasn’t that way for me. For me, it was one of the hardest things I have ever done. (more…)

The Ten things you NEVER say to a pregnant woman

Ellyn Shepherd / Bloggity Blog, Life, Mumma / / 0 comments

People say the darndest things when you are pregnant. As soon as you announce your joyous news (that there is a small bundle of human that looks a wee bit like a tadpole flapping about in your insides), people around you suddenly morph into clairvoyants and mind readers (clever bastards) with no filter.  (more…)

The Chubby Hand Obsession

Ellyn Shepherd / Baby, Bloggity Blog, Mumma / / 0 comments

If you have read the blog about my labour and birth, then you will know that my baby came into the world to the sounds of shock as to the size of his hands. Look at the size of his hands and feet the surgeons exclaimed! As I looked at his large purple fingers and toes, I hoped he would grow into them…you know, like puppies do. (more…)

My labour: The Birth Plan vs Reality

Ellyn Shepherd / Bloggity Blog, Mumma, My Real Birth Story Series / / 4 comments

I was ready for labour. Totally ready. Like an athlete before a big race, I was focused, I was psyched, I was pumped. I felt so mentally and physically prepared and was ready to take on whatever the universe threw my way, however I assumed that what was going to be thrown my way was a brilliant relaxing labour. I was already metaphorically fist pumping the air over what a good job I was going to do. I was smug. I was an idiot. (more…)

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Instagram post 2339972204082471795_2224857444 * STOP PUNCHING ME IN THE FACE PLEASE *
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This kid. Oh my fruit looping gawd. I have a hitter on my hands. 🤦🏻‍♀️
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Yep, now that she is two and a half she has grown wildly whacky... And by “whacky”, I mean that she loves waving her arms about when she is feeling rage and punching me square in my mum-shaped face. 👊🏻
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Sigh, I shouldn’t label her. I really shouldn’t. Because it doesn’t happen all the time... But when she is feeling those huge AF feelings, those tiny fists fly and I am the one that cops it. In the actual chin. 🤭
#IGuessImHerSafePlace
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Sometimes when she is like that I just hold her until SHE calms down (channeling my inner @chrissiechaostocalm), sometimes I have to just put her down and walk away until I can calm down MYSELF, and sometimes (I’m sorry to admit), I totally howl at her with rage... Which always makes me feel such mum-guilt afterwards. 😭
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But no matter what, when we are back to feeling “normal” again afterwards, I always sit with her and hold her, reassure her of how much I love her, and I always explain why she can’t hit me and how it makes me feel when she does. 😔
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I’m not gonna lie, it can be bloody hard to take sometimes, but she is such a sweet, kind and loving human generally and these outbursts do not reflect who she is. .
Let’s just hope she is more love-y and less punchy tomorrow. .
Who has had the occasional little hitter on their hands? How do you deal with it? Please share below ❤️
Instagram post 2336201765505873665_2224857444 * HOW DARE YOU?!! *

Today The Hairy Husband was so mad at our son for being a turd-burger #AnnoyinglyTrueStory that he banned him from watching TV for the ENTIRETY of next week. 📺

Mind you, this came on the back of ANOTHER punishment last night where my son was grounded for the next week, like a 15 year old sassy pants, ALSO for being a total ratbag. 🤭 #HeIsTurningUsIntoRageMachines

My son cried. And I WANTED to cry. “What is the meaning of this?” I whispered to my husband through gritted teeth whilst our son wandered through the house, wailing about how unfair life was. “Don’t you know you are actually PUNISHING ME with this no TV business?!” I asked. 
The husband looked at me blank faced. He didn’t get it. At all. “How am I supposed to use the TV to entertain my kids when I am so tired I can barely wipe my own arse let alone theirs?!” I growled. “Now he is going to be even worse tomorrow when you’re not home, you know that right?!” 🤦🏻‍♀️ He, like the stony faced non-giver-in-er he is, didn’t care about my plight AT ALL. “It’s for his benefit” he whispered back. “So he can learn how to stop being a total shit-nose”. I rolled my eyes in response. It was all I could do.

Great, I thought. Now all of our lives are ruined for the week. Sigh.

And so the TV-less week begins. FML. Wish me luck. 🤭🧟‍♀️😭 Have you had to ban the TV from your house to try and turn your kids back into nice people again? And did it actually work? Share below xx
Instagram post 2335642469915368406_2224857444 * COZ ITS BAD BOYS FOR LIFE *

The face you make when you find out that you and your bestie are enrolled in the same primary school. ☝🏻❤️🙌🏻 #badboysforlife #WatchOutGradePrepHereTheyCome

So, we enrolled our son to his future school last week. His “home away from home” for the next 7 years. We paid the deposit. We got the free t-shirt (seriously). And I may or may not have cried a little bit. #UglyCriedInFact

It’s such a strange feeling- that it’s finally happening. That school is beginning. And that they are growing up and away from us. 
I don’t know how I feel about it actually. Excited that he is starting his new chapter. Excited that he is turning into an independent and clever little human. Sad that he will no longer need us. Sad that there will be a huge part of his life that we will not even remotely be a part of. 
And if I feel like this now, imagine what a blithering mess I’ll be when school actually starts next year... *Sigh*. But grow up he must. And let go I must. That’s what parenting is about right? Ill just hold him a little bit longer until school starts if you don’t mind. Or until he learns how to swear at me in multiple languages. Whatever comes first. 😳

How did you feel in the leadup to your little one starting school? Share below xx
Instagram post 2334909252719409355_2224857444 * PUT THAT SHIT DOWN ! *

Oh my fucking gawd. What is it about kids and picking random shit up left in creepy parks by strangers? 🤷🏻‍♀️ So, sometimes after a long day at Kinder we go to the park next door with The Boy’s favourite little Kinder friends. Lucky for me, one of his bestie’s has a PE teacher for a dad so he chases them around the park while I stand there and laugh about how I don’t have to do a single thing to help because he has the energy of 4000 people and I have the energy of a half kicked cat. #truestory💯 
Once the kids have exhausted themselves (or more accurately, PE dad has worn them the frick down) they sit down and dig.

And I’m cool with that, because I’m such a cool mum. #saysme 
I don’t care if they get dirt on their clothes. Or if it gets under their nails. I just want them to be free and explore life like all kids should. Right?

But they always find something bloody gross when they dig. Like a half eaten sandwich. Dribbly-licked cigarette butts. Vom. Or a gawd knows how old Up-And-Go drink, that one of our tiny friends may or may not have drunk even though it wasn’t theirs and it had been sitting there for heck-knows-how-long 🤢 #HupGonnaSpew🤢

It takes every inch of me not to scream “Drop that filthy thing before you get rabies!” every time, so I don’t blow my cool mum cover...
But it’s so funny. What I find gross... to those kids, it’s like finding treasure. Bloody disgusting treasure, but treasure all the same. Weirdo’s. 
And although I still hope they don’t get rabies, I love that they find excitement in the smallest things ❤️ Do your kids find excitement in gross things like mine? ❤️❤️
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