Last Night – Rather Far From Awesome

Every baby is different they say. The second one is easier – they say. It’s easier with Ghaya – I say – perhaps because I’m used to sleepless nights.

All true.

But when your baby suddenly decides to suck your boob 6 hours straight at night. It still hurts you know, the boob, when they feed, you know… but you can put on a brave face and suffer through for the immense love that’s inside you…

NOT FOR SIX HOURS STRAIGHT WHEN YOU TRY TO SLEEP IN A SITTING POSITION WITH YOUR UNPROPPED ARMS HOLDING 4KG.

The first two hours you are so happy to see your baby eat. In the third hour you try to put yo baby down for just 15 minutes so you could have a rest, maybe a short nap with God’s help. Only to be treated with the deafening scream so powerful that if you were made of glass that’s it – you would become a million pieces in the first nanosecond of the resonating sound.

In the fourth hour you beg your husband to take the baby with him to the furthest room from your bedroom and just for reference you check your breast which from cup size D turned into “whatever three sizes below flat” there is. Then you cover your ears with the pillow (because the shrieking hunger cry does not stop) and keep repeating: “but I’m pretty sure I ran out of milk! I don’t have milk anymore”.

In the fifth hour you start crying hysterically only to start wondering if you are really upset because the bloody tears are not coming out of your eyes. You then realise you’re bloody dehydrated from all the sucking. With your baby still stuck to your nipple you start feeling so dry that half a litre of water passed by your husband and drank with one gulp still does not help producing saliva and you’re pretty sure your brain shrank to the size of a resin because the 90% of water they keep saying we are made off is gone. GONE! Forever! Next thing – you’re trying to check your nipples if by any chance blood is not pouring out of them. Your baby-turned-vampire has now definitely moved on to your veins for the supply of any liquid.

Then you fall asleep and wake up only twice more for relaxing shorter feeds.

7am – you wake up, although you’re not sure if it’s still you. You’re on your own now. You and the zombie

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Are You a Good Mum feeding Your Baby Good Food?

Do you feed your toddler healthily?

I’m very much into healthy eating but I think this obsession is going much too far. One thing everyone needs to understand – very often (for example in children’s case as well as pregnant women) it’s hormones who dictate and “force” us into what we choose to eat. There are children who eat a lot at some point of their lives because their growth spurt is different than those who don’t feel the need to eat so much. As long as it’s all monitored and looked at together with burning calories through healthy activities like sport, don’t eat junk food or sweets everyday, it’s all good, I think.Now let’s look at pregnant women- for goodness sake – it is so overwhelming “eat this don’t eat that” eat healthily if you care for your baby. Do these people who give this amazing advice know what craving is? My sister was throwing up whenever she even smelled any food and the only thing she could eat was toffee sweeties. Bad mother. Horrible mother!!! When I was breastfeeding the only thing I could eat was chocolate (and I am not a chocolate fan). I stopped caring for these over exaggerated warnings and instructions. Fed up

Again – life is balance

Mirror Mirror …

It’s been a while since I last spoke. A broken mirror cast a spellon the Moodleys house. 

My pocket mirror got stuck to the magnet of the phone cover and slid off on the pavement leaving a large crack on its surface. That happen approximately 10 days ago and on the same day I got good news – a new job. Good luck then. Since then all went well – my usual health problem kicked in which is still ongoing. At work things went pear shape leaving my managee stressed and uncertain about the future (yes, of course I feel responsible). 

And then my baby went through the second bout of cold. No symptoms of illness apart from the highest temperature she’s ever had. 

It’s been a nightmare – logistically, physically but most importantly emotionally. 5 days on and one visit to the GP and no improvement so the phase of antibiotics. 

And today… I caught it from Arya too.

Bring on more mirror mirror cracked mirror… Not!


Skin on skin to decrease temperature before nurofen kicks in.

Number One Rule in Gym

Sanj trying on his new gym clothes (he’s starting his regime this month): “You can’t look like an idiot in a gym, you know. That’s like number one faux pax”.

After approximately 30 seconds I can hear Sanj speaking to himself while taking of the trousers he just put on: “I guess it would help if I was putting them right side on”.

Number one…