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  • I am you. I see you. I am with you, I cry with you

    For the woman whose husband makes an “extra stop” after work every evening.

    For the woman who is mourning the loss of a pregnancy that nobody else knew about.

    For the woman who still leads from the front even although she’s lost inside.

    For the woman who was fired for her fourth late because she has been awake for a straight week with a sick child.

    For the single mom who doesn’t know how the utilities are going to stay on this month.

    For the woman who has gone through 2 IVF’s and has tried for five years without success but still shows up to every baby shower for her friends.

    For the woman who still hasn’t forgiven herself for the abortion that she had 20 years ago.

    For the woman who has a line of judging eyes at her and her children as she counts out coins or has to put something back at the supermarket.

    For the woman who opens the door to the news of her husband being killed overseas three weeks before he was to return home.

    For the woman who lives with a quiet anxiety because nobody understands what you could possibly be stressed about.

    For the woman who gives to her family all day- everyday and just.needs.a.break.

    For the woman that smiles at strangers all day in public- but weeps silently every night.

    For the woman who has wanted to end it all but found strength to carry on.

    For the woman that heard the rumor about herself at church today.

    For the woman sleeping next to a stranger every night.

    For the woman whose genetics will never allow her to look like the ones in the magazines.

    For the woman that endures one broken relationship after another because there was no father around to teach her what love looks like.

    For the woman raising a fatherless daughter and praying that history doesn’t repeat itself.

    For the woman who loves with all her heart who’s desperate to be loved.

    For every single woman that cries in the shower so that nobody else can see. Because if you aren’t strong-nobody is.

    Just because the water washes your tears doesn’t mean that you don’t cry. Just because you cry doesn’t mean that you’re not strong enough to handle it.

    I am you. I see you. I am with you, I cry with you. I love you.

    #womenempoweringwomen #femalesolidarity

    Full credit goes to the amazing Sarah Ponton

  • Bottle Fed babies are 100% More Likely To…

    Since I have now been a parent for 11 years now I think I am highly qualified to dish out some unsolicited advice across the internet, you can thank me later. A few cheeky things I have learnt since I became a mum especially a mum to 3:

    If you bottle-feed your precious baby then they are statistically 100% more likely rob a grandmother when they get older.

    If you breastfeed your baby then your child will still be breastfeeding on their wedding day. Oh and also could you put them away please, you are totally turning us all on.

    If you use a dummy your child will never speak and when they do it’ll only be to say ‘give me a dummy now’. When they’re 18.

    If you don’t use a dummy your baby is in grave danger. Just generally. Particularly of falling coconuts.

    If you leave your baby to cry, even just for a second (especially to read this blog) then your baby will be irreparably damaged and more than likely hate you forever.

    If you never let your baby cry then you are totally spoiling them and they will more than likely appear on MTV’s My Super Sweet Sixteenth demanding a unicorn.

    If your child watches more than 10 minutes of television before the age of 3 they will morph into a Mr Tumble/Peppa Pig/Piers Morgan hybrid and never stop singing jingles.

    If your child has no screen time before the age of 3 then they have 47% less chance of becoming the next internet sensation and then who do you think will pay will your mortgage?

    If you child has not eaten an avocado by the age of 2 then they will be unable to answer complex equations when being inexplicably quizzed by a stranger at a bus stop.

    If you only feed your children healthy foods then they will have zero self-restraint and will always be the one getting shit faced on party food E numbers and tequila slammers at every single 3rd birthday party.

    So there we go, a couple of things since I have learnt since becoming a mum, you are so very welcome.

    On a serious note (if you’ve got this far) the only real thing I’ve learnt as a mum is you can find any article/statistic/Facebook post/interfering neighbour to back up what you want to do for your baby and 100 more to tell you you’re wrong. As long as you’re loving your baby and listening to yourself you’re doing a great job. And if no one has told you that today – you ARE doing a great job.

    *also all information in this blog is factually incorrect. I bottle fed and my kid only robbed a grandmother once and I’m pretty sure it was a misunderstanding*

  • I Pay My Rent In A Way That Leaves Me Sobbing

    I am a lone parent to three beautiful children, Jenny, Angel and Johnny, their father left me 10 months ago for a woman he met at the gym, he walked away and hasn’t seen, spoken or financially supported his children.

    We were living in a rented house and I was granted income support and housing benefits plus disability payments for my Jenny who has autism and ADHD, but the housing payments didn’t cover all the rent, the only advice the housing officer gave me was to find somewhere cheaper to live.

    Each month I was £75 short to cover the rent, no matter how much I budgeted or cut back I could never get all th money together, my landlord Richard come over and threatened me with eviction, where would we go if we lost the house? Jenny had only just gotten into a very good special needs school, she was settled and happier than I had ever seen her.

    All my children were still struggling with their father leaving them let alone having to move out of the only home they had ever known, possibly having to change schools and make new friends, I couldn’t do that to them.

    How would I be able to afford to move, I would never be able to get a deposit together, there are very few council properties available let alone one to fit me and 3 children in, changes are we would have been placed into a hostel or bed and breakfast, not somewhere I would want to raise 3 small children.

    I had no choice but to offer my body to my over weight middle-aged stinking landlord, he obviously accepted, every week on a Friday lunchtime he knocks on my door and I service his needs, I feel sick to my stomach every time I see him, I cry for ages after he has gone.

    A mother will do anything for her children and this is what I have to do, if there was another way to stay I would do it, but at the moment I am stuck, I am used, I am trying to be the best mother I can be.

  • How Dare You Complain About Being A Stay At Home Mum

    Stay at home mum (SAHM) depression….

    The elephant in the room nobody talks about

    I mean, how DARE you complain after being gifted this opportunity to stay at home and raise YOUR own kids but it’s not that simple. Of course we SAHM’s are being grateful to stay home and raise our young BUT that it’s literally all we become.

    No one talks about the isolation.

    No one talks about the loss of identity.

    No one talks about the loneliness.

    No one talks about losing your sense of self.

    No one talks about how you had to give up your career because it’s cheaper for you to stay home.

    No one talks about how you cry in the shower because your day was overwhelming.

    No one understands why you’re tired.

    No one understands why you’re irritable.

    No one understands why you need a mental break.

    No one understands why you’re so aggravated with your kids.

    No one understands why after you’ve been home all day, the house is a wreck still.

    No one understands why you just need 5 minutes with no one speaking to or touching you.

    No one understands why you’ve lost your sex drive.

    No one understands why you’re completely & utterly exhausted, after all, you just sit at home all day

    No one understands the feeling you have when you are told you don’t have a “real job”.

    Most of us were working women at one point. We got to go to a job and interact with other adults outside our home. We contributed financially to our household. (Shoot, most of us want some kind of side hustle or part time job because it would sure help with financial relief) We didn’t feel like an endless maid. We got that break away (even though yes, work is a love/ hate relationship) that gives you space from the people you live with (children, spouse… Etc) because yes, EVERY relationship needs time away in it to not go crazy being around each other 24/7. That’s not healthy. Contrary to popular belief…

    YOU NEED A BREAK  DAILY

    I can’t tell you how many women I meet or know that say “oh, you have to much time on your hands” “I sure wish I could stay home, I wouldn’t complain” good for you! I can guarantee you will change your mind 6 months in, unless you’re wealthy and have money to constantly go do things. I once was you. I wished upon a star I could stay home with my kids because I wanted to spend all the time I could. I didn’t realize what all came with being a SAHM.

    Oh but YOU chose to have those kids. YOU should’ve thought about that before having them. If you didn’t want to go through all this YOU should’ve never had kids. & YOU said you want more????

    Seriously…. Yup, heard those all before.

    Next time you hear or see a SAHM venting her frustrations, listen and make her feel like she’s somebody. That her struggles are not invalid. You know just because she don’t have a “real job”.

    Submitted by Sarah Castleford

  • 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

  • I Didn’t Feel As If I Deserved To Cry

    “I had to pee so badly but they wouldn’t let me go. They said I needed a full bladder because it’s easier to see the baby during the ultrasound. I remember feeling so frustrated not only because of my full bladder, but because I had to fill out what seemed like 50 pages of paperwork before I could empty my bladder and see the baby I’d been waiting to see for 8 weeks.

    I finally was walked to the back room where I was greeted with a smile from everyone because the happiness from carrying a baby was contagious. The ultrasound began and I saw the images right in front of me. My heart was beating out of my chest. This was exciting!

    This was a day my husband and I had been waiting for, for over a year.

    But these images were different than the ones I’ve seen on Facebook that all my girlfriends had posted, something was wrong.

    I saw nothing because my body was just hours away from miscarrying.

    My ultrasound tech was quiet and I just knew. She left the room and my husband quickly assured me that “everything is fine.” But don’t tell that to a girl who has seen hundreds of ultrasound photos, who has searched Instagram for the hashtag “8weeks” to see what her baby now looked like.

    I knew it wasn’t right and it wasn’t.

    I remember being afraid to cry. I didn’t feel as if I deserved to cry because “I wasn’t that far along,” and “this happens all the time.”

    I remember holding back the tears with every ounce of my being and not being able to look my husband in the face because I knew his pain would break me.

    I was sent home to let my body naturally run its course and it did. I felt everything but had nothing to show for it. My doctor didn’t let me leave without warning and she was right about everything. But what she didn’t warn me about was everything that would happen after the initial heartbreak and pain.

    She didn’t tell me I was going to be reminded for weeks to come because my body was going to take that long to “clean out.” She didn’t tell me I was going to have to watch my husband weep. She didn’t tell me how hard it was going to be to tell my mom what had happened. She didn’t tell me that my body was going to continue thinking it was pregnant for weeks to come. She didn’t tell me how hard it was going be to tell people I was fine when I wasn’t. She didn’t tell me that this was going to make me a jealous person over-night. She didn’t tell me how much harder the question “when are you having kids?” was going to be. And she didn’t tell me that it was going to be so hard losing someone I had never met.

    But she did tell me it was okay to cry and she did tell me that I wasn’t alone.

    Miscarriages are SO real and so common, in fact, one out of four women experience a miscarriage; but don’t let that confuse you into thinking it hurts any less. As large as this statistic is, I still felt alone and I have finally figured out why: because no one talks about it.

    It wasn’t until I started talking about it to my friends and family that I slowly realized I wasn’t alone. That my mom, my aunt, my sister, my sisters best friend all have experienced this heartbreak and pain, a heartbreak and pain I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy.

    People may wonder why I choose to talk about this after months have passed, but it’s the harsh reality that time really doesn’t heal all wounds so I am hoping sharing my story will help with the healing process. I am not looking for pity and I am not looking for answers. I am sharing this so that maybe one less woman will feel alone and use this as a reminder or message that there is hope after this heartbreak.

    This is my hope for you…

    I hope that you won’t feel alone.

    I hope that you let yourself cry.

    I hope that you will see the light at the end of the tunnel.

    I hope that though your faith will be tested, you will be strong.

    I hope you find peace.

    I hope you won’t be afraid to try again.

    I hope that you don’t blame yourself.

    I hope that your friends hug you a little tighter.

    I hope that you give someone else hope through your hardship

    I hope that you are a light in the darkest of time.

    …and I hope that you celebrate that baby’s life as much as you celebrate the next because no matter how short a life, all life deserves to be celebrated and all loss should be mourned.

    Feel free to share if this spoke to you or you feel as if it might speak to someone you know.”

    Credit: Emily Christine

     

  • “I am unable to buy my daughter a cake of her own” Heartbreaking Gift

    Every parent loves to celebrate their child’s birthday. It’s a day to remember the miracle that is your child, and looking back on how much they have grown, but also the love they continue to have for their child. Every parent loves to see their child’s eyes light up when they see the cake piled high with candles and watching them make their birthday wish.

    For one family in Arizona, America, they had the most unexpected thing happen to them as they went to pick up their birthday cake for their precious  little girl, who was turning 11. When they went to pay for the cake, the check out assistant told them the cake had already been paid for. The family was floored.

    Then they saw the note that was included with their cake.

    It said, “In honor of my daughter’s 10th birthday I have chosen your cake to pay for. Each year I do this random act of kindness because I am unable to buy my daughter a cake of her own. Today is her big double digit birthday. Please enjoy your day.”

    The note was signed, “McKenna’s Mom.”

    "I am unable to buy my daughter a cake of her own" Heartbreaking Gift
    “I am unable to buy my daughter a cake of her own” Heartbreaking Gift

    Kyle, the older brother, took to social media to thank the unknown stranger for this beautiful gift.

    "I am unable to buy my daughter a cake of her own" Heartbreaking Gift
    “I am unable to buy my daughter a cake of her own” Heartbreaking Gift

    It’s reported that McKenna’s mom’s “touching and heartwrenching tradition began because of the MISS Foundation (A charity providing counseling, advocacy, research and education). She said the organization helped her to ‘work through her grief and be able to carry it differently.’ After joining the foundation, she began to perform random acts of kindness.”

    The cake not only blessed the Arizona family financially, but also with a different perspective. “It did make it kind of a little bit extra special just to be appreciative of my younger sister and to really be thankful for what I have,” Kyle said.

    "I am unable to buy my daughter a cake of her own" Heartbreaking Gift
    “I am unable to buy my daughter a cake of her own” Heartbreaking Gift

     

  • 20 Songs For a Broken Heart

    Everyone needs to cry sometimes.

    It might be that you’ve split up with your partner, maybe you’ve had a bad day at work, your children just won’t listen or it could simply be that time of the month!

    Whatever the reason sometimes we need to switch off the world, listen to the music and have a little bit of a cry.

    Music can be a great healer, it helps focus your emotions and let it all out.

    Here are 20 songs which we believe to be the perfect companion for a bad day.

     

    1. Fergie – Big Girls Don’t Cry  

    2. Emeli Sandé – Clown 

    3. P!nk – Try

    4. Sia – Breathe Me

    5. Sam Smith – Stay With Me

    6. Kelly Clarkson – Since U Been Gone

    7. James Arthur – Impossible 

    8. James Blunt – Goodbye My Lover

    9. Adele – Make You Feel My Love

    10. Birdy – Skinny Love

    11. Leona Lewis – Bleeding Love

    12. Maroon 5 – She Will Be Loved

    13. Taylor Henderson – When You Were Mine

    14. Katy Perry – The One That Got Away

    15. A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera – Say Something 

    16. Green Day – Wake Me Up When September Ends

    17. The Fray – How to Save a Live

    18. One Republic – Apologize

    19. Christina Perri – Jar of Hearts

    20. Niall Horan – Too Much to Ask

    What songs do you listen to if you need a cry or are feeling emotional?
    Let us know in the comments!

  • I’m Being Left Like This, No Anus And No Pain Relief

    A lady named Tanya-Rebecca Evans has taken to Facebook to beg for help and share her story.

    Tanya said in her post:

    This Is My Story..

    I Had An Episiotomy.

    She Also Cut Into My Rectum & Didn’t Stitch Me Up.

    So I Was Left With No Anus After A few Years Of Incontinence. 

    Then I Was Severely Constipated For 18 Months. After Months Of My GP Begging Surgeons To See Me.

    I Went For A Second Opinion. 

    I Was Dying My Body Turned Yellow.

    & I Was Throwing Up Poo. 

    I Was Seen On Friday I Had Surgery Monday Morning. On 10th February 2014 

    & I Had My Loop Ileostomy..

    Because I’d Be Left For So Long..

    They Couldn’t Just Fix My Anus.

    I Also Have 3 Bowel Prolapses.

    Because I’ve Had My Bag For Life For 3 Years My Anus & Bowel Needs To Be Removed Due To It Dying. Which Puts Strain On My Other Organs.

    Also I’ll Be Having Mesh Stitched Inside Me To Repair My Strangulating Parastomal Hernia 

     & I’ll Be Having A Brand New Stoma.

    So I Seen My Surgeon In June!!

    & Was Told To Come Off The Morphine 

    & Steroids & He’d Do My Surgeon In August. (Summer Holiday). 

    So I’ve Had Scans & Now My Pre Op. Bloods Are Fine. 

    Now I’ve Been Told My Surgeon Is Retiring In November!! Having A Month Off Then Back Part Time.

     So Can’t Do My Surgery Then.

    I Went To My GP & Because There’s Nothing She Can Do She Sent Me To Hospital. 

    I Seen My Surgeon & 3 Weeks Ago He Agreed That He’d Operate Before He Retires. .

    I Was Rung This Morning. 

    He’s Fully Book For October With Cancer Patients. No Other Surgeon Wants To Do My Surgery Because I’m Still Under Him.. Until January. 

    Is There Anything I Can Do?!

     I’m Just Being Left To Suffer With Out Pain Relief & Steroids & My Parastomal Is Strangulating 4x A Day.. 

    I’m Also A New Mum.

    & My Fiance Has To Do Everything For Me..

    Please Share Away! <3


    Can you imagine being left like this? 

    I'm Being Left Like This, No Anus And No Pain Relief
    I’m Being Left Like This, No Anus And No Pain Relief

    We hope she gets the operation she needs as soon as possible. 

     

  • Why Does Pregnancy Turn Us Into Complete Emotional Wrecks?

    It’s common knowledge that pregnancy can be a stressful time, your emotions are all the place and can sometimes get the best of you.

    We asked our followers over at our Mums Advice Facebook Page to tell us the craziest reasons they had a cry during pregnancy.

    These are some of the funniest, craziest and most bizarre answers we received.

    1) I saw my neighbour get in her car and drive down the road.
    I burst in to tears, I just didn’t understand why she was going out.
    I don’t even know her. But it made me emotional 😂

    2) With my first i was still in school and the canteen had these amazing cookies that i craved 😍 one day they ran out and i had a meltdown and started crying, about an hour later i was sat in maths and a dinner lady brought me 4 wrapped in a paper towel and i sobbed my heart out❤😂😂😂

    3) The rugrats… yes the kids cartoon
    The one where chuckies woodlouse died! 🙈 I cried like a b*tch 😂😂😂

    4) Sitting all day at work thinking about how much I was looking forward to the bottle of Pepsi max that was in the fridge at home. Got home to find it was gone. Sat on the kitchen floor and sobbed my heart out for over an hour. My mum offered to go get me another bottle, but I didn’t want another bottle. I wanted the one that should have been in the fridge 😂😂

    5) I was frying some eggs with my partner for tea and splashed hot oil all over my top on my tummy… Stripped my top off so I was stood in a bra and trousers and went to carry on frying the eggs… My partner told me to go upstairs to get another top on so I huffed off and did that… Came downstairs and he had cracked another egg into the frying pan and I cried cause I wanted to do it…

    6) I balled like a baby in the middle of Iceland cause they had no more of my favourite bread(shelf was bare and I could have sworn I had seen some on the way round the shop) probably should have checked my trolley as when we got to the check out I had two loaves of it in my blooming trolley 😂😂

    7) I was frying and egg and started crying cos i felt really bad that it was a chickens baby but i was craving fried egg really bad, then just to top it off it was a double yolker well that just put the icing on the cake i was absolutely balling 😂😂

    8) My partner went on a stag do. My dog thought he had gone work, she knows when he is due home from work and waits at the window. I cried because I knew he weren’t coming back that night and she didn’t understand 😂😂

    9) Not being able to put the bottom sheet on my little boys bunk bed.
    I couldn’t reach over because of my bump. I had a melt down and sat on the bed crying for 15 minutes 😂 

    10) When I was about 10 weeks pregnant and having a really shitty day my husband came home from the shops with a bag of mini eggs, I burst into tears and at the time it felt like the nicest thing he’s ever done for me 😂😂 in hindsight he’s done a lot of really nice things and is a fab husband!! Really made my day

     

    What are some of the craziest reasons you’ve had a cry?

    Let us know in the comments.