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…)
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My Real Birth Story – Emily Whishaw
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…)
Learning How To Birth With Confidence. Kind Of. Sort Of. Not Really. Oh God.
So, I have been thinking about my upcoming labour and birth again. Because you know, and you can call me crazy, but this time I really am kinda looking forward to squeezing a Watermelon out of a jelly bean. Well, you know what I mean. (more…)
My labour: The Birth Plan vs Reality
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…)