2.5 years since the birth of Leo and I’m just now telling his birth story. Well, not so much his birth story as a reflection of his birth while I organise my thoughts leading into this second birth, just a few weeks away. I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting on Leo’s birth and my body over the second half of this pregnancy. I think I pushed a lot of stuff down, and as every new mum knows there’s not…
I trust my body and I trust my baby. I trust in their wisdom and that when the timing is right all I need to do, is be calm and rest assured that my body and my baby will work together exactly as nature designed them to. This is the sentence I’ve got on repeat as I enter my 38th week of pregnancy, knowing that bub is now engaged and could come any time. It’s honestly feeling very surreal but…
I have to preface this post by saying this is not directed at anyone in particular, but rather the MANY who feel it necessary to rain on our parade by persisting with ‘jokes’ about parenthood. “Oh you’re having a baby…”; “You don’t know what’s going to hit you haha”, “say goodbye to sleep haha”, “say goodbye to your sex life haha”, “say goodbye to your money haha”, “say goodbye to your freedom haha” and my favourite… “good luck HA HA”. Oh…