My kid could be a lot worse. He could have reflux, or colic. He could be plagued by painful gas, or have a tongue tie, or lip tie, or eczema, or any great number of things. But he doesn’t! In fact, he’s perfect. *humble brag
At 24 I know that I want to be a loving mother of a heap of children, a loving wife of a single man, and a strong woman, true to herself.
My best friend, father of my son, all round good guy and future husband are the same person! How neat…
Every overbearing, over-protective, needy parent – I get it.
After weeks of migraines messing up my sleep patterns and a hefty dosage of 6 month old baby, there’s a lot of times I am too exhausted to sleep. How unfair is that?!
For every moment I’ve doubted my determination I’ve been blessed with 203 other moments of pure bliss.
I had a dream that I had escaped from an awful war torn country.
Never have I felt more beautiful than I do when I lie down to feed him, and his tiny little hand sleepily trace the lines of my body.