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  • Raising Kids Is Hard, But Them Growing Up Is Harder

    When you first have children they talk about the challenges of parenting….the struggles of a baby waking in the night,

    the toddler who won’t stay in their bed, the cost of childcare, injuries from sports…

    Having to take off work to pick them up from school when they don’t feel well, helping them with homework, a messy house, the never-ending laundry, the cost to buy school clothes, packing their lunches….

    You watch their eyes light up on Christmas morning….and try to soak in the magic of those moments.

    You coach them in sports, rushing to practices and ballgames…and tote them all over the country to let them play the game they love…no matter how exhausting or expensive it becomes.

    Life is just so busy that you rarely even stop to think what the end of those days look like.

    In fact, it’s not really even something you can wrap your mind around.

    You go into it thinking that 18-20 years sounds like a long time….

    Then suddenly hours turn into days…days into months…and months into years.

    That little person that used to crawl up next to you in bed and cuddle up to watch cartoons…suddenly becomes this young adult who hugs you in the hallway as they come and go.

    And the chaos and laughter that used to echo throughout your home….gets filled with silence and solitude.

    You’ve learned how to parent a child who needs you to care for and protect them….but have no clue how the whole “letting go” thing is supposed to work.

    So you hold on as tight as you can…wondering how time passed so quickly…feeling guilty that you missed something….

    Because even though you had 20 years…..it just somehow doesn’t seem like it was enough.

    You ask yourself so many questions…

    Did you teach them the right lessons?

    Did you read them enough books as a child?

    Spend enough time playing with them?

    How many school parties did you have to miss?

    Do they really know how much you love them?

    What could I have done better as a parent?

    …..When it’s time for them to go, it all hits you like a ton of bricks.

    And all you can do is pray….hope….and trust that God will protect them as they start to make their way into the world alone.

    Parenting is by far the most amazing experience of your life….that at times leaves you exhilarated….while others leave you heartbroken.

    But one thing is certain…..it’s never enough time…💕

    So for all the parents with young children…who’s days are spent trying to figure out how to make it through the madness…

    Exhausted day in and day out…

    Soak. It. All. In.

    Because one day….all those crazy days full of cartoons, snuggles, sleep overs, Christmas morning magic, ballgames, practices and late night dinners…

    All come to an end.

    And you’re left hoping that you did enough right, so that when they spread their wings….

    They’ll fly…💕

    Full credit goes to Misty Brewer Lee

  • I’m A Mum Who Doesn’t Like Children

    Anyone else a Mum that does not really like kids? Everyone falls over in shock when I say this, so let me clarify.

    I love my three kids dearly, and a handful of my friend’s kids, but as a general rule, no, I do not really like children.

    Having extra kids over my house stresses me out. They are super needy, messy and get on my nerves the entire time, it seems to me that other people’s children seem to be louder, ruder and far more annoying than my own flesh and blood.

    I prefer the company of adults. I love mine and I enjoy watching them grow up, but I can also tell them when they are being little assholes and to knock it off. I can’t tell your kids that, also my kids know my look, you know the special mum look that says pack it in or you’re in trouble.

    I do not have sympathy for the mother whose child is having a tantrum in the shop, I tend to tut and move away, I do not judge the mothers parenting but my god are the screams of your damn child annoying, please take it home.

    When I dine out I pick a table as far away from children as possible and will happily move tables if a young family sits near by.

    It’s not that I hate children, I just don’t want to look after others kids or spend any time with them, I do not coo over babies and don’t find it cute or funny when a child pulls a face at me.

    Surely I cannot be the only mum who only likes their own children, I love my trio and enjoy watching them grow, but keep your kids away from me, thanks very much

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  • I’m Depressed-Mama and her bears

    What can I do for you today? She said. “I’m depressed” the second the words rolled from my tongue I broke down. My head dropped, my body became weightless and the tears wouldn’t stop. I sat on the doctors chair feeling embarrassed. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t cry. But it was the first time I had ever said it out loud. Before I had said to David “I’m feeling a bit down” “I just feel poorly” or “I’m not feeling myself”.  I could never say the words out loud before because that would be admitting that I had a problem.

    This will probably be the post that will be the hardest to write for me. I can count on one hand people who know about my postnatal depression and anxiety. Most people see me as the happy girl (with an occasional resting bitch face). How could somebody like me have this?

    The first few weeks of Oscars life were great. I got used to the night feeds, we was developing a routine and getting to know each other. We had visitors coming out of our ears. I complained at the time that we always had somebody there, but soon I would’ve given anything for a friendly face at my door. Soon David was back at work, working long hours because of Christmas and late nights. Then the novelty of this new baby wore off. The visits faded and pretty soon it was just me and my baby most days.

    The first sign to me that something was wrong was when the health visitor came to do the six-week postnatal check and you have to fill out a questionnaire about your moods and behavior. I’m pretty sure I lied on every single question. Why would I tell her that I was struggling? She would take my precious baby away from me, I just knew it.

    To me it couldn’t be depression because I saw people with postnatal depression as people who couldn’t bond with their babies. People who wanted to hurt their babies or didn’t want them. Oscar was one of the main reasons why I pulled out of it. We developed the strongest bond from when he was inside of me, but I didn’t want people to think I was incapable of looking after him so it had to be a secret. He made me happy, he was my reason for getting out of bed every morning and for putting a smile on my face.

    Depression for me was locking myself in the bathroom, lying on the floor and hysterically crying. It was screaming into my hands until I had a migraine. It was going from the girl who could barely keep her room tidy a few years before, to developing OCD. My house had to be cleaned constantly. I wouldn’t do anything until it was spotless, until any germs had gone so my boy wouldn’t get them.

    Depression for me was literally pulling out my hair until I had chunks of my hair wrapped around my hand. It was blocked plugs from my hair falling out constantly because I was so stressed. Depression for me was binge eating some days, then other days forgetting to eat. It was lying awake at night despite the fact Oscar dropped his night feeds, thinking about how much of a failure I was to him. I would be awake for hours whilst the world slept, crying to myself about how he deserved so much better than me, about how I hadn’t been to as many baby groups and days out with him as I had planned before.

    Depression for me was scrolling through Facebook and seeing my friends on nights out wishing I was there but knowing that this weight called anxiety wouldn’t let me, or even have the guts to ask if I could tag along. It was taking him to the doctors or the walk in centre constantly because I was sure there was something wrong with him. It was constantly checking milestone ages and panicking if he hadn’t reached them by the age it said online.

    Anxiety made me not want to leave the house . For a few months I barely went out unless I was with David. I only wanted to stay in the comfort of my home. My safe place. To me the world was too dangerous for my little boy. The thought of going into a shop and buying something filled me with dread, talking to somebody that I didn’t know who would judge me. I would time going out in public so that I didn’t have to feed him in a coffee shop or cafe unless I was with somebody. People would judge the way I fed him, how I winded him, the fact that he was drinking from a bottle and not my breast. Obviously they wasn’t but that’s how I felt. It was thinking that everybody would be better off without me.

    Sitting in the doctor’s office saying these words was the hardest thing that I ever did. I was referred for counseling (in 2016 and even after chasing it I’ve still never heard anything) and was put on anti depressants and anxiety tablets. For two weeks I took these tablets and I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t want tablets to make me feel happy. Instead, I got myself out everyday. Sun, rain, snow, I was out. Most days all I could do was go to Asda but I was out. I joined a baby group and I wasn’t afraid of what people thought or how I held my baby or what I was wearing. I knew i was good enough again. For months I stared at the same four walls day in day out. Fresh air, walks, the park, anything to get me out. I would leave a few bits of my online shopping order just so I had an excuse to pop to the supermarket.

    Depression isn’t always not bonding with your baby. It’s nit picking, it’s postpartum rage, it’s not being able to sit still, it’s sleepless nights and feeling worthless. People will experience it in different ways but this was my experience. Sometimes I get worried I’ll fall back into it again, I get really down when I’m due on so I usually panic around that time. Esme is 12 weeks old now and I’d like to think I would recognize the signs if it was to happen again earlier. I also wouldn’t be afraid this time. I use to see it as a weakness, I was failing. If anything I think it makes me pretty fucking great, despite feeling like this, I can now confidently say I’m a really good mum. I’m pretty shit at most things haha, but I am a good mum and my relationship with my boy never suffered because of how I was feeling.

    If you know any new mum’s, then make sure to check up on them. Visit them for a cup of tea and a gossip. Despite having two little people with me constantly and never being alone, it’s so easy to feel lonely.

    To read more about mama and her bears click here  https://mamaandherbears.wordpress.com

  • Shocking Children’s Book Explains Where Babies Come From!

    When Katherine Pick started reading a book with her 8 year old daughter in the doctor’s surgery she did not expect it open such a large can of worms!

    Katherine shared her experience on Facebook check out her post below.

    “Well!!! That doctor’s surgery visit took a surprising twist!….

    Adem picked up this innocent enough looking book “Mummy Laid an Egg!”. (Haha, aren’t us mummies clever!!)

    All began routinely enough, with ‘sugar and spice and all things nice’ and such, but I was ill prepared for the most sudden U-Turn on Page 6, where we’re introduced to Daddy’s friendly looking ‘seed pods’!

    No holds barred on Pages 8 and 9 either, where apparently ‘this fits in here…’ (sounds easy enough) and then what can only be described as a child-friendly Kama Sutra guide ensues on Page 10! Aerial acrobatics, fetish clown outfits and space hoppers (fun times!)

    To say Ayla (8) showed a sudden interest in the ‘silly baby book’, is an understatement! 😆 Cue the 4 billion questions I hadn’t planned answering today.”

    What do you think of this children’s book?

    Would you be happy for your children to read it?

    Let us know your thoughts in the comments.

  • This Abortion Argument Is Going Viral

    This mans Twitter rant is going viral can causing quite a stir on social media.

    Author and journalist Patrick Tomlinson tweeted following to his 20 thousand Twitter followers.

    Whenever abortion comes up, I have a question I’ve been asking for ten years now of the “Life begins at Conception” crowd. In ten years, no one has EVER answered it honestly.

    It’s a simple scenario with two outcomes. No one ever wants to pick one, because the correct answer destroys their argument. And there IS a correct answer, which is why the pro-life crowd hates the question.

    Here it is. You’re in a fertility clinic. Why isn’t important. The fire alarm goes off. You run for the exit. As you run down this hallway, you hear a child screaming from behind a door. You throw open the door and find a five-year-old child crying for help.

    They’re in one corner of the room. In the other corner, you spot a frozen container labeled ‘1000 Viable Human Embryos.’ The smoke is rising. You start to choke. You know you can grab one or the other, but not both before you succumb to smoke inhalation and die, saving no one.

    Do you A) save the child, or B) save the thousand embryos? There is no ‘C.’ ‘C’ means you all die.

    In a decade of arguing with anti-abortion people about this definition of human life, I have never gotten a single straight A or B answer to this question. And I never will.

    They will never answer honestly, because we all instinctively understand the right answer is ‘A.’ A human child is worth more than a thousand embryos. Or ten thousand. Or a million. Because they are not the same, not morally, not ethically, not biologically.

    This question absolutely evicerates their arguments, and their efusal to answer confirms that they know it to be true.

    No one, anywhere, actually believes an embryo is equivalent to a child. That person does not exist. they are lying to you.

    They are lying to you to try and evoke an emotional, a paternal response, using false-equivalency.

    No one believes life begins at conception. No one believes embryos are babies, or children. Those who claim are trying to manipulate you so they can control women.

    Don’t let them. Use this question to call them out. Reveal them for what they are. Demand they answer your question, and when they don’t, slap that big ol’ Scarlet P of the Patriarchy on them.

    Because a lot of people are missing the point, it is not being argued the embryos are not alive. Nor is it being argued they are without value.

    All that is being demonstrated is their value is not equal to that of a human child.

    That’s it. That’s the point.

    What do you think of this?
    Can you see Patricks point or do you think it’s an unanswerable question.

    Let us know your opinions in the comments!

  • This Amazing Photo Shows What Really Happens When You Give Birth!

    This brave mum and body positivity advocates Instagram post about her postpartum body has been going viral and it’s clear to see why.

    Let’s talk postpartum bodies! I asked @belleverdiglionephotography to take this photo, just hours after giving birth to Willa, in my rawest and most vulnerable state. I was in pain and I was overcome by a flood of emotions. Elated to have welcomed our beautiful girl and so empowered and proud of what my body and I had just done! It’s a strange feeling to look down and still see a bump, even though you’re holding your baby in your arms, even after doing it three times. It’s not easy to go home with a baby and still have to wear maternity clothes. With my first I was adamant I would just “bounce back”. Everyone would say “you’re young, you’ll loose the baby weight in no time!” But you know what, I didn’t, I never have in fact. With each baby I’ve gained a few more kilos and a few more stretch marks. I used to feel the need to cover up in this newborn stage, I didn’t want to see my body in this state, so why would anyone else? It’s taken me three babies, but I’ve finally realised this postpartum body isn’t something to hide! I am beyond proud for what this body has given and sacralised. I am thankful that my body is able to carry and birth babies naturally. I am NOT ashamed of my (many) new stripes and my postpartum body. And neither should you! Let’s celebrate postpartum bodies, in all their glory. The female body is incredible and I am so proud of what mine has done!

     

    Elise Grossman is an Australian mother of three, and a real advocate of realistic bodies and body positivity. 

    Grossman shared this photo along with many others in the summer and the response has been amazing with many women also sharing their own postpartum bodies with Elise.  

    Well done to Elise for sharing these beautiful photos and bringing more positivity into the world. 

     

     

  • Online Fraudster Who Targetted Mums Advice Faces Jail

    A 21-year-old conwoman and sick twisted individual posted photos of other people’s babies on social media and claimed they were ill or dead, magistrates heard.

    Katie Ringer targeted two strangers, copied and hijacked their Instagram accounts and claimed the women’s infants were her own, the court was told. She had tried to post on mums advice main page and our smaller private chat group.

    Luckily for our members we spotted her and quickly banned her from the page.

    She used the pictures of the babies – one who was extra premature and another newborn – on online sites similar to Mums advice she had set up begging for money.

    The convicted fraudster even claimed one of the babies had died, Norwich magistrates heard.

    Katie, who now faces being sent back to jail, was hauled back into court after she was caught by police, we can’t help but to be happy at Mums advice that she has been apprehended.

    She was jailed for 2 years and 9 months at Basildon Crown Court in Essex in 2015 for 23 similar offences.

    This is one of the main reasons why Mums advice do not post messages asking for cash, yes there are many genuine people out there but it is always best to direct them to local charities or crisis teams.

  • Smoking indoors should be classed as abuse? 

    Smoking whilst pregnant is a hugely controversial issue, while most agree it is harmful for their unborn baby, others either don’t have the will power to give up, or have false belief that it would do more harm to baby if they gave up, and yes there are those who simply don’t care.

    But what about smoking once the child is born?

    Laws were passed to stop smokers in pubs, restaurants, cars and even public areas like the zoo have designated smoking zones.

    So, what about people’s own homes?

    There are still a huge amount of smokers whom will openly smoke around their children, those who will smoke in their kitchens or front room.

    One woman said “your house is like your children’s womb, your meant to protect them, not allow them to breathe in harmful chemicals

     

     

    Another said: I’ve been a smoker for years I live in a flat and have no choice but to smoke out of a window

     

    Many would like to see smoking indoors classed as abuse!!!

    Equally many would like to see more controls put on vaping in public until more intensive research has been done on the long term effects and damages from the new trend.

     

    One man said: who is going to police this? No one can stop people From doing anything in their own home

     

    What’s your thoughts on this?

  • 8 Pictures For Anyone That Has Been Pregnant

     

    These 8 pictures are just too true for anyone that’s ever been pregnant!

    1. The REAL trimesters

    2. Seriously. Am I glowing yet?

    3. Prepare to never sleep again!

    4. Supermum to the rescue

    5. Aww, hi baby bump!

    6. Like the biggest poop of your life!

    7. I do love my bed!

    8. It truly is!