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This season? It’s brutal. The kind of hard that feels like it’s eating you alive some days.The constant noise. The cling...
29/06/2025

This season? It’s brutal. The kind of hard that feels like it’s eating you alive some days.
The constant noise. The clinging. The crying. The mess. The never being alone.
You can’t p*e without someone needing you. You can’t think. You’re just trying to survive and not lose yourself.

And the worst part? You’re supposed to “cherish it.”
But it’s okay. You don’t have to love every moment to love your kids.

You’re not broken or ungrateful.
You’re just human.
A human who hasn’t had a break, who’s holding a lot, and who loves deeply while carrying more than anyone can see.

22/06/2025

Shoutout to all those dads working hard in this heat so we can stay home with our babies
💛🦺☀️

No one tells you just how heavy motherhood can feel until you’re in it.You’re tired. You’re carrying the weight of keepi...
16/06/2025

No one tells you just how heavy motherhood can feel until you’re in it.

You’re tired. You’re carrying the weight of keeping another human alive, nourished, soothed, safe.

Every tiny decision feels massive, especially when sleep is broken and your body hasn’t rested in what feels like forever.

You’re doing all this while running on fumes, underfed, overstimulated, and probably touched out.

It’s hard because you’re doing it right.
It’s hard because you love them.
It’s hard because this matters.

You are doing enough.
You are loving enough.
You are enough.

Normalize contact naps. Normalize rocking babies to sleep. Normalize ignoring the toxic sleep “experts” promoting sleep ...
11/06/2025

Normalize contact naps.
Normalize rocking babies to sleep.
Normalize ignoring the toxic sleep “experts” promoting sleep training so young.

It isn’t spoiling them, it’s connection.

Statements that are more harmful than people realize:“So, when are you going to have kids?”“You guys aren’t trying yet? ...
10/06/2025

Statements that are more harmful than people realize:

“So, when are you going to have kids?”

“You guys aren’t trying yet? Better get going!”

”Don’t you want to give them a sibling?”

As if those who struggle with infertility aren’t fighting a silent battle every day with their own thoughts —

“Why isn’t my body doing what it’s supposed to?”

”We’ve been trying for so long… When will it be my turn?”

“I just want them to have a sibling…”

It’s not just a negative test, it’s another heartbreak.

It’s the quiet ache of a body that won’t do what it was told it could, what it once did, and what others do without thinking.

I feel envious of those who have an easy transition into motherhood. The mothers who have easy babies, sleepy babies, an...
09/06/2025

I feel envious of those who have an easy transition into motherhood.

The mothers who have easy babies, sleepy babies, and calm babies. I dream of having a simple motherhood.

I was given a hard baby, a “don’t even think about putting me down” baby, an unhappy baby.

This takes a toll on a person - What am I doing wrong? Why is she never happy? Am I bad mom?

Then the guilt takes over. The guilt of not enjoying motherhood like I should, but it’s so hard to enjoy it when all I hear is crying.

And so many mothers carry this quiet ache; the envy, the exhaustion, the confusion. No one prepared you for just how relentless it can be when your baby is not the “easy” one.

There’s this unspoken pressure to cherish every moment. And when you don’t - because how can you when you’re touched out, tired, and overstimulated? - the guilt creeps in.

Not enjoying every moment does not make you a bad mom. It makes you a real one.

You’re allowed to grieve the motherhood you hoped for while still showing up fiercely in the one you were given.

To the mama struggling in silence:I see you.You love your baby more than anything, but some days feel heavy in a way you...
08/06/2025

To the mama struggling in silence:

I see you.

You love your baby more than anything, but some days feel heavy in a way you can’t explain. You smile when people visit, but inside you’re anxious, overwhelmed, and maybe even a little numb.

You wonder if you’re doing enough… if you’re enough.

You are. I promise that you are.

Postpartum anxiety and depression don’t mean you’re broken.
You’re not weak. You’re not a bad mom.
You’re human, and you’re healing.

You don’t have to carry this alone.
There is hope. And you are still a good mom, even on the hardest days.

Be gentle with yourself. One breath at a time. One day at a time. You’re doing better than you think.

Its 1am. The world is still, quiet, sleeping. Not us, we’re awake for another feeding. I hold you close and listen to th...
05/06/2025

Its 1am. The world is still, quiet, sleeping.
Not us, we’re awake for another feeding.

I hold you close and listen to the soft sound of you eating.
I study every little crevice on your face.
Gently kissing your cheeks, so careful not to wake you.
I breathe in the sweet baby smell. Fresh, clean, and a little bit milky.

I hold your small hands, memorizing how perfectly they fit in mine.

I know it won’t always be like this,
I know you won’t always be this small.

So, I sit here.
I watch you.
I admire you.
I take it all in and tuck these sweet memories in my heart.

Sleep tight, little one.

Raising a strong-willed child is like trying to tame a hurricane; powerful, relentless, and awe-inspiring. Some days, it...
04/06/2025

Raising a strong-willed child is like trying to tame a hurricane; powerful, relentless, and awe-inspiring. Some days, it’s utterly exhausting, and you might find yourself questioning everything you thought you knew about parenting.

These kids were born to experience the world in bold,
they were born to be vibrant,
they were born leaders.
They weren’t made to blend in with the rest.

Strong-willed children can test your patience to its limits,
but they also love deeply,
fight fiercely for what’s right,
and refuse to give up.
And that? That is something worth celebrating.

My body is not just mine anymore.It is a vessel,a home under construction,walls shifting,organs making roomfor someone I...
03/06/2025

My body is not just mine anymore.
It is a vessel,
a home under construction,
walls shifting,
organs making room
for someone I have never met
but already love
with a weight that startles me.

Each flutter is a language I do not yet speak,
but understand instinctively,
a private conversation
between mother and the becoming.

Time is strange here.
I am impatient and patient all at once.
Counting weeks,
counting kicks,
counting breaths between nausea
and wonder.

I miss parts of myself,
and still,
I am more whole than ever.

There is beauty.
There is ache.
There is a quiet power
in knowing that inside me
is a beginning,
and somehow,
an end to who I was before.

03/06/2025

Mom math: 3 hours of sleep + 4 cups of coffee = barely functional and still expected to run a household

There are days when you question everything.When the baby won’t stop crying.When the toddler throws their lunch on the f...
02/06/2025

There are days when you question everything.
When the baby won’t stop crying.
When the toddler throws their lunch on the floor for the third time.
When the house is a mess, your hair is a mess, and your mind feels just as cluttered.
And somewhere in that swirl of exhaustion and guilt and noise…
You wonder, “Am I really cut out for this?”

But let me tell you something, mama —
You were made for this.
Not because you always feel calm.
Not because you never cry in the bathroom.
Not because you have it all figured out.
But because you love with a kind of fierce, raw strength that doesn’t make headlines —
But moves mountains.

You were made for this, even when you feel like a stranger in your own skin.
Even when the spark between who you used to be and who you are now feels dim.
Even when the weight of invisible labor and impossible standards nearly breaks you.
You are still doing it.

You are growing little humans — and growing yourself in the process.
You are teaching love, patience, resilience — even when you feel like you’re running on empty.
You are the safe place. The anchor. The heartbeat of home.

So when it’s hard — and it will be — remember:
You don’t have to feel strong to be strong.
You don’t have to love every moment to still be the best mom for your babies.

You were made for this.
Even when it feels like you weren’t.

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