My Real Birth Story – Cath Lankford Pregnancy a second time is a weird thing. It’s as if you’re a glutton for punishment! I mean yes, you hopefully get another beautiful baby out of it, but you know what’s coming the whole time. You know that at the end of the process there is something the size of a BASKETBALL that needs to exit a very tiny hole to get out of your body… (more…)
Hey guys!! *waves madly*. Sooooo, here is the latest instalment in our Real Birth Story Series, and this time it has been written by ME – Ellyn, head honcho over here at mummalifelovebaby! Wooooo! This was my second labour and birth, which meant that although I hoped for a different experience, I assumed it would be exactly the same as the first… How did it go, you ask? Well, read on to find out… xox (more…)
My name is Tamla and I’m the Mama behind the small business, Bubakin. Essentially my birth stories are what shaped my business! Both my boys were born at home with two midwives and just my husband and I in blissful peaceful surroundings. So I will endeavour to write them both here in short. I really believe sharing stories is our first step to being the empowered birthing goddesses we really are. After all, our bodies were designed to have babies! (more…)
My Real Birth Story – Emily Whishaw from Mummy Couture Um, HI! (*waves*) I’m Emily from Mummy Couture. I started my little online business at 8 months pregnant with my second bub because I’m a workaholic and hate being a stay at home mum! (oops, did I just say that out loud?). I’m a Chartered Accountant by trade and LOVE everything small business. After 8 years of living in London, my hubby, daughter and I returned to Oz this year. With baby number no. 2 on the way I started to dread my impending maternity leave and finding myself stuck in the zombie mum routine of eat, feed, sleep, clean, repeat, so I took the opportunity to start the online business I always talked about starting. Mummy Couture offers stylish and affordable baby friendly accessories, fashion and gifts for mums. Because why should babies get all the nice things? Whist it is hard juggling mum life with building a business, I’ve learnt SO much and met some amazing mumprenuers also hustling away while breastfeeding and wiping bums. (more…)
Welcome to the latest instalment of our Real Life Birth Story written by the gorgeous Brea Walker! Brea is a mum to gorgeous 4-year-old twin boys and a 20-month-old boy, as well as a step mum to a 10-year-old girl. She is a mummy blogger and small business owner of an online shop – Mamma Bee. Mamma Bee is an online baby and kids shop that provides practical products that are loved and tested by parents all over Australia. Make sure you check out her story, and then head over to her website for some gorgeous goodies for infants, newborns and mummas! I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did xxx
Welcome to the latest instalment of our Real Birth Story Series! This instalment has been contributed by the gorgeous Jodie, mother of 2 super cute kidlets – Milly and Cruze. Jodie is currently operating a handmade clothing biz called MillyCruze Clothing, named after the best things in her life – her children, who are her inspiration. MillyCruze Clothing is all about being unique and individual. When an item is made it will never be made in that same fabric in that same size again. “Because our Children are Amazing, Let them wear it on the outside”. Once you have read through Jodie’s story, then make sure you head to her business page and check out her incredible products! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy her story as much as I did xxx (more…)
Welcome to the latest instalment of our Real Life Birth Story Series! This instalment has been contributed by the gorgeous Louise Cherry – mumma to one adorable and super drool worthy Giselle. Louise’s story is amazing. She has such a wonderful way with words and she will draw you into her experience like you are living it along with her. Whilst being a super mumma, Louise also runs an amazing Facebook page – West Assured Mums, which offers support, networking and potential friendships for local Melbourne mums. Check her page out at the end of this post and show her some love! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy her story as much as I did, and that you roar like a lion at the end of it… xxx (more…)
Welcome to the thirteenth instalment in the My Real Birth Story Series! This contribution has been written by the beautiful Angelique – mother of one incredibly gorgeous little boy Louis, and creator of the amazing Instagram account – @heads.shoulders.knees. Through her beautiful page Heads Shoulders Knees, Angelique shares gorgeous picture book recommendations for parents, and offers advice on how those books can be used to enhance kids learnings at home. She will tell you more about it in her story, however if you are looking for some literary inspiration, then make sure you follow her by clicking the link at the bottom of her story! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy Angelique’s contribution as much as I did xxx (more…)
Welcome to the twelfth contribution to our Real Birth Story Series, written by the amazing Janelle Browne – mother to the sweetest little man Ryan, and co-founder of an amazing handmaiden business – Yes Mumma – Handmade. Yes Mumma – Handmade provides customers with gorgeous handmade baby accessories of the highest quality, which are also durable and stylish. These include bandana bibs, solids bibs, nappy purses, newborn towels and hooded towels. Head over to their Facebook page to check them out! I really hope you enjoy reading Janelle’s story as much as I did xxx (more…)
Welcome to the eleventh contribution to our Real Birth Story Series, written by the gorgeous Megan Ftouni who is an amazingly loving mother to her two gorgeous children AJ and Maya. Megan struggled with PND following the birth of her firstborn son and this is her story. She hopes that her words will show other women that they are not alone and that they can come through the other side to live a loving and happy life with their families. I really hope you enjoy reading Megan’s story as much as I did xxx (more…)
* DON’T LET THE BLOODY CHICKENS OUT FFS! *
We were recently at the stunning home of @metta_is_betta , helping out on the soon to be released new episode of @the_lulu_show (HAVE YOU SEEN AN EPISODE YET?! 🙌🏻) She had recently installed a chicken coop on her property and the squawky, feather covered ladies that inhabited the coop were SO interesting to the five year old boy child of mine,
That he could barely take his eyes off them. 🐓
So much so that at one point my friend cautiously said to my son whilst OBVIOUSLY READING THE HECK OUT OF HIS MIND, “please don’t let the chickens out of the coop while we are filming”. Which naturally meant that his frustration-inducing-five-year-old brain translated her request to mean “Oh yes, go ahead let them out to peck at my ankles, why don’t you”. So he looked me straight in the eye and slowly lifted the latch to the coop, about to let those feathery egg-shitters out to live their best life roaming the land and playing metorphorical “chicken” with Lulu herself.
Time slowed right down.
And I leaped Superman-style (WHICH WITHOUT A SPORTS BRA WAS NO MEAN FEAT) over a man-made playground and a bunch of logs to throw the latch back down and keep those feather brains contained the way that the bloody coop creators had intended.
Gawd it was beautiful. I should have been in the Olympics. And I may have pulled a hammy. But lock those bloody chickens in there, I did.
You’re welcome everyone. 😂
Has your child been told NOT to do something and then specifically gone ahead to try and do anyway? Share below!
Oh, and swipe across to see the boy trying his darndest to get in the coop (FFS) 🤦🏻♀️😂
* STOP PUNCHING ME IN THE FACE PLEASE *
This kid. Oh my fruit looping gawd. I have a hitter on my hands. 🤦🏻♀️
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. 👊🏻
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. 🤭
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. 😭
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. 😔
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 ❤️
Word 👊🏻 .
Ps - if you actually get the chance to lay down for a bit over the course of tomorrow, why don’t you treat your ears at the same time to the dulcet tones of... (omg)... my voice! 🤭
Yep, tune into the latest ep of the very clever and funny podcast @yourpodcastpresent - “Create. Share. Repeat” where I chatted with the super brilliant @mickrussell_ and our gorgeous and inspiring host @leahnmcc about all things creative. ❤️ Not only do you get to hear me babble about random artsy things while getting intensely over excited at the same time, but you may or may not even hear me whack the microphone with my wildly gesturing hands at some point (or at...um...3 points). Lucky you. 😳😂😭 #DontSitTheGirlWithItalianHeritageNearAMicrophoneWithAStand🤦🏻♀️ So, head over to Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you listen to your favourite podcasts and check out the episode, and then come back here and tell me if you could hear me hitting the microphone or whispering “for fucks sakes” at any stage in the recording... 😂
And... you’re welcome in advance 😂
* 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
* 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
* 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? ❤️❤️