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WE ARE DOING IT AGAIN! I never would have guessed I would be so excited for baby number two but guess what I AM SO EXCITED! THIS PREGNANCY HAS BEEN SO DIFFERENT AND AMAZING Thank you God, thank you son, hubby and the support received from family and friends (you guys too). Getting my #mentalhealth on track has made this a walk in the park (besides all the physical stuff). It really couldn’t have come at a better time! So here I am... very pregnant (might I add as this picture was taken on holiday) and we couldn’t be more excited to welcome our new addition to the family I can’t wait for a new experience with Yusuf by my side. My baby boy has taught me so much since the day he was born! He taught me how to love, how to be patient, how to appreciate the little things, how to laugh more and care a lot less. He also taught me that nothing in life is more important than inner peace and contentment. He helped me to be the best version of me and still does! He taught me to put all my trust in daddy, together we would conquer all our fears! I can’t believe I have a three year old that watches me lean over the toilet telling me ‘Mommy it’s ok’ a little boy that gives me foot rubs and one morning I slept in and woke up to him rubbing my shoulders (I have to give daddy credit for this) Yusuf this baby is for you! Stop following other kids around now we are getting you a partner in crime for life another one to Mommy’s team so we can build the gang against Daddy It’s true.. you have to get knocked down lower than you have ever been to stand up taller than ever! I have a 3 year old bodyguard too Here’s to a new experience, a happier experience but whatever happens we will get through this we are SO ready for this baby #lookamillion #postpartum #postnataldepression #mentalhealthawareness

This doesn’t just apply to those of us who have a mental illness. It’s an awful feeling for any human when you feel a wave of emotion that you don’t understand and can’t put a label to- especially when other people expect you to put it into words. . Sometimes emotions, feelings and symptoms can’t be put into words. In fact most of the time they can’t be. Sometimes we need the people around us to use less words and expect less words. Just silent unspoken and unwavering support is more than enough. x

That is it! The brand rep search is over for another term. Now to spend today deciding on an exciting new team for One Strong Mumma! The Autumn team will be announced tomorrow evening But first me Dan & Reubs are going on a breakfast date because we’ve not seen each other all week. Have a fabulous weekend everyone Oh I nearly forgot, I’ll be revealing one item from Septembers Subscription Box this evening • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • #onestrongmumma #strongkidsclub #strongdadsclub #strongmummaclub #mxltots #breakfastdate #weekend #familytime #workingmum #workingdad #firsttimemum #firsttimedad #family #familyfun #makingmemories #saturdaychills #mumsofinstagram #dadsofinstagram #toddlersofinstagram #mumfashion #toddlerfashion #toddlerootd #mumootd #ukmums #mummybloggeruk #ukmum #birthtrauma #postnataldepression #mumsmentalhealth

I wanted to conceive quickly & easily. It took 2 years, surgery & many failed pregnancy tests. I wanted a fit active, pregnancy, I wanted the glowing, the cute bump, the beautiful maternity shoot. I could barely walk, gained nearly 30kgs & couldn't face a camera without seeing the worst in me instead of the life I was creating. I wanted a natural drug free birth in a pool at a birthing centre. I was induced in a hospital, baby was assisted out with an episiotomy & forceps in theatre. I wanted to exclusively breastfeed for as long as I could. I exclusively bottlefed from 8 weeks & felt like a failure for months. I wanted to bounce back & resume my fitness career within 3 months of birth. My bladder prolapsed & I still can't run or jump without consequence & risk. I wanted to look like I'd never had a baby, retain the body I was so attached too but still never loved completely. I was stretched & scarred, the creams never worked & my body will never be the same. I wanted to make all our babyfood from scratch, give her only the best. I regularly buy premade babyfood, but only organic ha. I wanted a nursery that was pinterest worthy, toys made only of wood, clothes only of natural fibres. I've just finished her nursery, she plays with the dog bowl more than her toys & wears handme downs & homemade knits & none of it matters to her (or me). I wanted to be a mum of more than one. But I'm too scared of what's happened to my body to even contemplate the thought of doing it again. I wanted to go back to work but also be there for my baby. I never realized how hard that decision would actually be, I feel for all the mums who don't have the choice or the support. I wanted beautiful self portraits of my motherhood journey to share & maybe inspire. I wore my farm boots & sat on a chair in the middle of our paddock to remind myself of the ridiculous standards we hold ourselves to. That real is more inspiring than perfect. I visualized motherhood in so many ways other than how it played out. All I really wanted was the daughter of my dreams & now I have her. As I hold her, watch her grow each day, my heart & soul growing with her, I realise that's all that ever truly mattered.

‍: @mommingwithtruth You know your child. You know what they’ve been through. You know their health and what’s going on behind the scenes. That, Mama deserves an applaud. - - For the mom, who’s child has health issues, for the mom who’s child was abused, for the mom who’s anxiety is paralyzing, for all the other moms who choose not to let their kids play in public spaces, you are still a good mom. You don’t need to explain yourself to others or entertain judgements. You do what you believe is best. - - - When my dad got out of jail, I was around 8, my mom feared he would come take us kids. Of course I didn’t know this when I was young. I just thought she never let us do anything. I’m sure other parents judged her decisions, but she didn’t have social media reminding her or us what we were missing out on. She did have people she trusted that we could hang out with and THAT made our childhood pretty awesome. - - - #mommingwithtruth #stillagoodmom #playgrounds #sickkids #momofsickkids #childabuse #childsexualabuse #kidsfindfun #everythingwillbeokay #youwillbeokay #yourkidswillbeok #anxiety #anxiousmom #anxiousmommy #postnatalanxiety #postnataldepression #postpartumdepression #postpartumanxiety

I hope that in this small space on social media, I can create a place where there’s no fear, no hesitation, and a strong sense of community. . . I wanted to share these fears. Sometimes when we speak our fears, we tear them down. We take away the power when we say it out loud. . . Can you share some of your fears about asking for help?

Was I the only one that thought life would go on, business as usual, after becoming a mother? I thought that between nap time and bedtime, I would figure it all out. I never thought about the days when a child fights nap, or doesn’t feel well. I didn’t think about the difficulty in trying to merge two completely different lives. Better yet, I never even imagined that I would possibly have an internal battle between my “roles.” . . There are days when I want so badly to go all in on career opportunities and other days where I couldn’t imagine leaving my son for a minute. Days where I beg for a break and later rush back to be with him. Some days I feel like “I’m finally getting it” and others where I feel like a failure. Moments where I feel so alone and in the next moment feel supported. . . People will repeatedly tell you “the days are long, but the years are short.” What they won’t tell you is that some days you will grieve your old life—and that’s okay. It doesn’t take away from your gratitude or your overwhelming love for your child. It doesn’t change your thankfulness for your role as mom. It’s good to be honest with one another. Especially in an age where we can be dying on the inside and curating perfect pictures to show the world.

I feel like I'm about to ruffle some feathers but I'm happy to do so. I read a post of @the_angela_gallo today and I was like POW because it so deeply connected with my thoughts. There's a bit of a culture within the parenting world that does our children and our parents a massive disservice. There is layer upon layer - generational messaging, outdated societal norms, peer pressure, unhealthy comparison and an internal dialogue that can get you into some pretty sticky places. Basically, we collectively see children as a burden. Like, don't get me wrong. I've had my fair share of moments where the word "burden" doesn't even begin to describe the intensity and the responsibility. But I don't dare stay there. In the height of my experience with postnatal depression, I used to think that I was depressed because my baby woke in the night. I used to think that I was depressed because I had nappies to buy and breast pump bits to sterilise. I used to think I was depressed because my kid wouldn't eat their dinner. I have all of those things and MORE happening in my house at the moment - whilst running a business and volunteering - and I'm the happiest I've EVER been. Because I woke up. I was asleep and therefore blind the entire time. I was only living to a quarter of my potential. The bottom line is this: parenting is arguably one of the hardest things you'll ever know. If you're reading this with a child on your lap, next to you, in your house, in your heart - you'll feel me. But what is stopping you from doing the work on you? Because your children don't ask anything of you by simply existing. They didn't ask you to stop caring about yourself. They have needs. Yes, babies wake. Yes, they need to eat. Yes, they want to play. Yes, they yell and kick and scream on occasion. Yes, it can feel like you're consumed entirely. But does that mean that you have traded your happiness? Can you even experience happiness in the midst of all that? Yes. You absolutely can. When you're depressed or deeply struggling, I understand how impossible it can feel to move on from your thoughts right now. I truly do. But you don't have to stay where you are. You've got places to be.

The first group session was held on Friday! It went really well if I do say so myself. Something that we talked about briefly was Instagram vs Reality. Following "mummy blogs" can be a blessing and a curse. The content is often relevant but it can also be tricky to find the right balance between what's real and what isn't. So, I'm going to list my favourite accounts - there's a huge variety there. Not all write about motherhood directly. But these are Instagram accounts that fill me up. I mentioned @nourishingthemother in particular during the group. I hope it helps you to find some inspiration too! @lrknost @raisingziggy @raisedgood @mothers.wellness.toolkit @nourishingthemother @naturalmamaco @sarahockwellsmith @somedayslower @thehealedmother @magamamas @howtohealabadbirth Who would you add for mamas seeking gentle, realistic and reassuring content? I'd love to hear!