Motherhood

My baby girl is one!

My beautiful little pecan pie Lalita turned one last month. That day was literally like every childhood Christmas rolled into one. for me. I had butterflies in the morning, couldn’t sleep the night before and couldn’t stop talking to my hubby – practically a volcano of excitement. We’d been a family for a year! We’ve managed to raise this beautiful, spirited, loving, cheeky, CBEEBIES adoring, cuddly little person for a whole 12 months! In that time we’ve gone from rookie parents to old hands (OK, maybe not old – middle aged hands?). We no longer jump with fright at every sneeze, cough or splutter. We’re so excited by the fact that Lalita wants to explore the world, crawling inquisitively all over the house, squeezing her lunch in her fists and trying to drink her bath water!

Lalita on her first birthday!

Lalita on her first birthday!

She’s amazing, she’s our little girl and we couldn’t be prouder.

We threw a pretty big-ish shindig for her special day…more on that in the next post.

The Imperfect Supermum!

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Tiny Tea Detox – It WORKS!

A couple of posts ago I mentioned that I was undertaking a tea detox enlisting the mighty powers of Tiny Tea to help beat the post baby bulge. Made by Your Tea and the hot beverage testifies on the following on yourtea.com, “My intricately balanced herbal blend will nourish and cleanse your digestive system, providing it the support it needs to replenish and restore back to its natural state. This cleanse will assist with reducing weight, easing bloating, increasing digestion functionality, improving skin clarity, increasing energy levels and alleviate issues associated with food intolerances.”

I solemnly swear that this thing actually works! I managed to lose 5lbs in total whilst drinking it, my skin cleared up and I felt a little more zesty in general. You’re encouraged to eat well and exercise whilst using it. I’ll admit that I didn’t (oopsy) but I still managed to end up looking leaner and with clearer skin.

For the tea to work you need to drink it 30 mins before every meal. Now in principle this sounds simple but you know what it’s like when you have a little one – you plan to eat at a certain time and find three hours later that you’re belly is rumbling because you needed to handle two super poops, three rounds of row-row-row-your boat and 30 minutes of peek-a-boo! So, I ended up not always eating within the allotted time-slot. However, even with my slightly kamikaze approach to the Teatox methodology – IT WORKED!!

Pic on the right before and pic on left after Teatox

The before and after results!

Post pregnancy, once you’ve finished breastfeeding, I would 100% recommend using this tea for an added weight loss boost!

Becoming a mum without your mum

My mother passed away in March 2010. When I lost her I felt completely broken, as though my soul had left my body, like half of my heart was missing.

Something that was never far from my mind was how much more I would feel the pain of her loss when it came to special occasions in my life where having her by my side would have meant the world to me – finally getting a job as a journalist, getting married, moving into my own house. The list is endless but the most poignant was always having a baby.

I had always been incredibly close to my mum. We had the type of relationship where even though I lived with her I would always call her on my lunch break at work for a quick gossip. Every Thursday we would have our “girls night in” and crack open a bottle of bubbly, order a Chinese and put the world to rights. We went on holidays together – Paris and Australia hold particularly fond memories. I could tell my mother anything and everything. She would offer up advice when it was needed but also let me make mistakes when it was important for me to figure things out on my own. She was my biggest champion and growing up the love of my life and an inspirational, strong woman.

My mother and me

My mother and me

In August 2009 we found out that mum had terminal lung cancer (she wasn’t a smoker so my whole family was blindsided by this). It felt like the bottom fell out of my world but through it all and even up to her last day my mother was still her usual sunny, strong self and pragmatic about what she was going through. The only time she ever felt down was thinking about the fact that my brother and I were still in our twenties. She wanted to see us settle into our lives and the fact that she couldn’t broke her heart.

When I found out I was pregnant in 2013, although ecstatic about the new life that grew inside me, I started to grieve for my mum again in a raw sense. I was scared of entering into such a big phase of my life without her. Mum had always been very open about how happy she would be when I found a wonderful man who truly loved me with whom I could raise a family. All I could think was who could I go to if I didn’t know how to change a nappy properly or struggled with breastfeeding or got so knackered from the sleepless nights that I couldn’t see straight? Was it selfish to feel that I needed her so much so that I was angry about her not being here?

Pregnancy hormones can turn the strongest women out there into sensitive types. I’m pretty much a heart-on-sleeve kind of girl, so crying almost every other day over not having my mother with me became pretty standard but the positive side of me didn’t want to spend pregnancy and beyond in a spiral of grief…

How I coped

Be open with your partner – I’m not backward in coming forwards with my feelings and emotions. Whether down or downright excited during pregnancy my boy knew about it. I’m blessed to have a loving partner who wasn’t afraid of having a hormonal, tearful 35 weeks pregnant fiancée on his hands telling him how much she misses her mother and how scared she was to go into labour without her.

Use every lesson she gave you – I reminded myself often that although not here in body my mother was here in spirit. Every lesson I learned from her growing up was instilled in me. And although she couldn’t physically be by my side and give me advice, she had given me the tools I needed.

Make her proud – One of the best pieces of advice I received when I lost my mother was to try to live life like she was still here. If she was here I would want her to be proud of the mother I am and I hope I’m doing a good job!

Include your mother-in-law as much as poss – I’m very happy to have Mama W visit Lalita whenever possible and I ask her for advice when I need it. (I’m lucky, she’s a pretty fabulous lady. I know for some women this relationship can be tricky – but hopefully having the shared bond of your new baby will help!)

Your mother lives on in your little one – Every time I look at Lalita I see my mum, not just because she resembles her but because of her funny, sweet nature. I can see my mama’s personality in her a little and that’s so beautiful to me. I also tell her about my mother (we call her Gran Gran) and she has my mother’s name as one of her middle names, Florence.

Talk to her sisters and friends – Birds of a feather flock together and your mother’s besties typically embody some of the wonderful character traits that your mum had. Mama’s three closest friends (I call them Auntie) have been wonderfully kind to me. They have always made themselves available if I need advice. They always check in and see how we are and one of my Aunties gave me enough nappies, baby wipes and onesies to last the first year of Lalita’s life!

Don’t be afraid to – Call your Health Visitor/Doctor ten times a week (yes, they may think you’re crazy but dammit you don’t know why your baby is breathing so fast/has green poo/has a weird little cough today!).

 

Above all remain positive, your baby is a wonderful little human being and whatever hurdles you come across during  motherhood you will get over them.

 

 

The Imperfect Supermum

 

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The Scary Blue Line

Pregnancy is scary. Point blank period. Regardless of whether you’ve been planning it, getting out the ovulation kits and popping folic acid like a folate fiend or find yourself unexpectedly up the duff , when you discover that you are with child one of your initial feelings will undoubtedly be fear.

This is because you know that your world is about to change irrevocably. Forever. You will become responsible for the life, well-being and happiness of another human being. Another human being who is also 50% you. YIKES!

Needless to say I was bloody scared when I found out I was pregnant. My partner and I had been together for just over a year when his super swimmers did the business. We’d enjoyed a year of happy heady times, filled with great memories, great holidays, great sex and everything else that happens when you fall  head over heels in love with somebody. We had ended 2012 (our annus love-abilis) in spectacular style celebrating the New Year in Croatia and had begun to plan in earnest a round the world trip when.  BOOM. I  started to feel decidedly OUT OF SORTS.

Responsible future parents?!

Responsible future parents?!

The Clues *in case you think you might be pregnant, ladies look out for these signs*

The sudden blue cheese aversion – I love cheese. But suddenly it didn’t love me.

After a glass of wine you don’t feel fine – I love wine. I can sink a whole bottle of moscato (I’m not proud of this) over the course of an evening and feel no pain. But suddenly one drink was making my head pound like it’d been squeezed in a vice. “I have a really bad hangover and I didn’t even drink that much.” I whined to a friend after a night out who sagely told me, “Darling we’re 30 now – we can’t recover like we used to.” I believed her. She turned out to be wrong.

Moon face dawns – My face became very round, very moon like. “Babe, your face is getting a little puffy.” The Boy said (I hit him, he shut up).

You cannot do more than 2 minutes of an Insanity workout – Without feeling like your chest is going to leap through your mouth, smack you round the face and scream, “stop the madness,” because only a couple of minutes into your bootleg download of the fabled work out, you are gasping for breath on all fours so delirious that you wonder if the instructor will pop through the screen and force you to do 50 extra jack knives because you’ve stopped.

The biggest clue is the late period. Obviously…

When my period was a day late (the day of the Boy’s birthday) I decided to take a pregnancy test. ClearBlue Digital.

 

Actual test!

Actual test!

Cue tears, fears and a slew of we’ll be fine dears from the Boy.  And after a sleepless night, I was all smiles and patting my (suddenly huge to me) belly – I was gonna be a mama!!!

The First Post

Ta Dah!

Welcome to the Imperfect SuperMum Blog!

Motherhood is a beautiful, topsy turvy roller-coaster that has definitely given me my greatest highs (yay to my daughter popping into the world, her first smile, her first coo, her funny little kisses) and produced some nail biting, eek inducing moment (hello green poo, cracked nipples and dwindling milk production!). Becoming a mother for the first time last October was the single most amazing and scary moment of my life. So why not share the fun on this Blog?

Whether you’re a first time mama, second time mama or even a sixth time mama, I hope you’ll enjoy reading about my Imperfect SuperMum moments and that you’ll share your Imperfect SuperMum thoughts and stories here too!

Enjoy!

 

The Imperfect Supermum

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