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Happy New Mum

  I created Happy New Mum, a place where mums can have open and honest conversations about motherhood. Happy New Mum hosts many different bloggers from all over the world, so please do come join us! I will be writing over there more often over the coming months.  As the world becomes more fragmented, community life…

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Taking Drugs is Okay

I don’t want to scare you. But I’m going to be completely honest because I think you should know.  I naively went into hypno-birthing classes assuming I would too look like the calm, relaxed woman floating graciously in the birthing pool. No drugs. Meditation music in the background. Candles softly burning on the window sill. Small,…

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#StayClassyMama Link Party No. 78

Welcome back to the #StayClassyMama link party! The place where you can have cake on your face and it’s considered sexy… Each week we will choose our favourite linked post to feature here and across our social media channels as well as a photo from #StayClassyMama instagram Community so don’t forget to use the hashtag on there…

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Raise Awareness of Maternal Mental Health, Join the #HappyNewMum Twitter Chat

As the world becomes more fragmented, community life becomes stagnant, cities become taller, and families become smaller, as new mums, we find ourselves lost. Thrown into a sea of anxious Google searches and emotionally strung community forums, highly targeted online ads for useless baby products, pressure from the media (and other women) to breastfeed, and lack of support from businesses on paternity leave, how do we…

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An Apology Letter to Myself

Dear myself,  This is going to be difficult. You have been shoving your feelings so far down into the gut of your stomach that they may just plop out of you and leave a note that says, “give yourself a break okay?” Your morning routine has become a blurry Jackson Pollock painting, the first hour of your…

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You Are Easy, I Am Not

The air is thick and tastes like chalk. It’s silent. There’s a slight breeze blowing bread crumbs across the floor like a tumbleweed in the Arizona desert. Except we’re in ambiguously cold London. A strong light shines into my eyes.  I can’t get out of your box. I’m flapping and sweaty and my head is pounding. I can’t fathom a world without you…