Photo Friday

My little family at our friends’ wedding last Saturday night.

Sophie was so well behaved, god love her!

Happy Friday!

What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.

My motivation

If you asked my husband what my pain threshold was like he would have told you I didn’t have one. During my pregnancy when I had some pains, he’d say how bad is it on a scale of 1-10. I’d say 7 and he’d say is that an Ami 7? And then reduce my number to 3!

It’s safe to say he thought I was a woos! Then I pleasently surprised him when I pushed out our 8.5pound baby girl. (With the help of gas and pethadeine). I even pleasently surprised myself. But with a massive fear of having an epidural, I was determined to get that baby out.

Then came the breastfeeding saga. You can read about that HERE, HERE and HERE. Unfortunately after the last boob update I’ve had another set back and now have another breast infection. Yesterday for the 3rd time I sat and cried and wanted to throw it all in. I wanted my boobs back, empty and pain free. I started Googling formula for 6 week old babies, and I started telling myself I was going to wean her.

After I’d calmed down and really thought about it, deep down I didn’t and don’t want to give up breastfeeding. I have so much milk, that my chubby little bubba LOVES, and I’m not going to let a stupid infection win and deprive my baby girl of all this milky goodness I have on offer.

I’ve yet again surprised myself, and I’m pretty sure my husband, at my strength – a strength that to be honest I didn’t know I had. Motherhood has definitely taught me that I’m much stronger than I ever thought I was. But that’s just what you do when you’re responsible for the life of a tiny little baby. Or in our case a buddah baby!

If you don’t laugh you’ll cry

Yesterday we had a bit of a shocker of an afternoon. It then turned into a shocker of a night, and my poor little baby girl screamed her lungs out like never before.

I sent this email to my hubby yesterday afternoon and because he got such a laugh out of it he suggested I share it with all of you!

Absolutely farking disaster of an afternoon. She was still asleep at 1.45 so I thought I’d try put her in the pouch thingy. Couldn’t get her in, by this time she’d woken up, so I fed her. During the feed Jack (the dog) cried and barked the whole time. During the nappy change she wee’d everywhere, then screamed her guts out when I changed her clothes.

Tried again to get her into the pouch, farking impossible to do on your own, the little bugger wouldn’t stretch her legs out.

Jack’s going nuts, so decided to go with the pram. He nearly pulled me and the pram over twice. I yelled at Jack and Sophie started crying. Forgot poo bags, so was a bad person and left his shit on the grass. He tried to sniff every bloody thing we walked past. Just when he was getting the hang of it, something spooked him think it was a truck, and he couldn’t walk quick enough. I could barely keep up. He nearly broke my farking hand, and that pram is impossible to push with one hand. Then I got bitten by a farking mosiquito.

On the upside she’s alseep. Well for now anyway, probably just jinxed myself.

So hope you’re having a lovely afternoon. Can you please add LLB cordial to the shopping list, and seriously don’t forget my white chocolate. And while I’m at it, maybe add some icecream to the list too. Oh and some peanut butter and salada things or vita weats.

Love your frazzled, but surprisingly calm wife.

Oh and your daughter just woke up. Farking great.