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Hello you lovely lot and welcome back to another instalment of the #MotherhoodMondays guest post series; a weekly feature for mothers to share their stories about their incredible journeys of motherhood in all kinds of forms. Don't forget to get in touch if you want out get involved, we're always looking for some more mamas to guest post for us.

For this week's feature we have the lovely Katrina from Lauren's Mummy. I am very happy that Katrina got into contact to share her wonderful post about being an anxious first time mummy. I feel you, as a first time mum myself I understand exactly what you mean by being an anxious mummy, along with so many first time parents. But rst assured, we soon found our feet as mother and daughter and worked out ways that were great for us. Even though my daughter will be three in the summer, I still have those moments where I feel super anxious and I'm pretty sure that these won't go away anytime soon. I'm just focusing on being the best parent I can possibly be with lots of laughs and giggles along the way. So with this I shall hand it over to you Katrina...

Hello, my name is Katrina, I’m 26 years old and I live in London with my one-year-old daughter, Lauren. My blog is my place to document all the highs and lows with being a first time mummy to my daughter, which I would love for her to read in the future. You will find a wide range of topics on this blog including tips and advice for other first time mums, our everyday day life and so much more.

The Anxious First Time Mummy

Becoming a mother is one of the most amazing things that could’ve ever happened to me and you. Right? Watching your little bundle of joy grow daily, from sleeping most of the day to refusing to sleep at all; it truly is a great experience. It’s not always as rosy as it seems though.

In 2015 I found out I was pregnant and my whole life changed. Literally. Fast forward nine months of stretchmarks, tiredness and weight gain I had a beautiful baby girl.

Before I had my daughter I wasn’t mentally or physically prepared for the massive turn my life would take. The sleepless nights were the biggest shock for me, because I loved my sleep. I was getting at least four hours of sleep each night, waking up with massive bags under my eyes and a banging headache! Changing nappies were okay but sometimes I’d change her and once cleaned she’ll end up doing a massive poo.

Becoming a mother comes with a huge responsibility and people around you may expect so much. As a first time mummy I felt that extra pressure to do things right. I was constantly asking my mum questions, googling different things about my baby and generally really anxious about her reaching her milestones.

Lauren reaching her milestones was one of my biggest worries. I would attend baby groups at my local children’s centre, and babies her age were crawling and reaching out for their mummies. I would find myself subconsciously stressing over why she hasn’t started crawling at six months, or why she doesn’t want to wean yet. (We are currently still breastfeeding at twelve months!) I realised that every baby is different, as cliché as it may sound they all develop differently.

Lauren started crawling on her own one day, and is now trying to walk without any help from myself or her daddy. Sometimes when I have a minute to myself I think back to her earlier months, when I was anxious about almost everything! Now Lauren is a mini diva, has her own personality and is developing at a rapid pace. Why on earth was I so worried?!

Becoming a mum for the first time we have so many expectations thrown at us. We are expected to get our pre- baby bodies back, look after a baby, do the washing and cleaning. The list goes on! With a little help from your partners, family and friends it always makes the journey a bit smoother.

My mum was my biggest cheerleader, and greatest help. Having four children and being an experienced Midwife I was in safe hands. The help was really needed. From waking me up at night to do a feed or helping me wash Lauren’s clothes’ I’d be a big mess today without the help.

Fast forward to today and my baby is a year old! The sleepless nights have become less frequent, the nappy changes aren’t as messy and we have developed a routine. The next milestone we hope to hit is putting Lauren into nursery and I can then finally return to work.

First time mummies, more experienced mummies we are all doing fantastic jobs raising our little ones! We deserve the credit and shouldn’t be so hard on ourselves anticipating milestones because our babies will do everything in their own time.

Thank you for your post Katrina. If you liked this post don't forget to share, share, share. I'm sure that it will be more than appreciated. Remember sharing is caring. You can find Katrina over at Lauren's Mummy and I will link her social media platforms below.

Welcome to The Baby Feeding Series

Hello and welcome to our brand new guest post series. I am so excited to finally be able to launch 'The Baby Feeding Series'. It's something that I have been thinking about for a while and like most things with being a mum it managed to always take a back seat, and that back seat was full. So it seems as if it's the perfect time to launch another guest post series on the blog.

Basically, this series will feature real stories from real parents who have experienced how hard and baffling feeding your baby can be. I want this series to be a place where parents can share their own experiences in the hopes that other parents who are struggling can feel less alone. Being a parent is the hardest job in the world but it's one of the most rewarding jobs too and so I want to share their stories.

So, as a starting point for this series I will share a snippet into our feeding journey...

I remember the day finding out I was pregnant like it was yesterday. It was a day that both my husband and I had longed for. After so many sad emotions and far too many negative tests. Finally those two pink lines were staring back at me and all sort of questions began mulling around in my mind. Is that right? Am I dreaming? I must have done the test wrong? I'm going to have a baby, I will need to look after an actual human being. Will I be good enough? Shall I breastfeed or bottle? I'll go all to the classes available.

Feeling all those different emotions in those few minutes was crazy. I should have been enjoying that moment, after waiting and wanting something for so long why was I questioning everything. Should  do this? Should I do that?  I took a moment to catch a breath and began relish in all good things that come with pregnancy. The glow, the luscious hair, the baby kicks and not forgetting being the centre of attention, please tell me I'm not the only one who enjoyed this? But as with most things, the bubble burst! My hair started to fall out, I had horrific acne all over my face, dreadful morning sickness, sciatic pain, the awful leg cramps during the night - they were the worst. All these go without even talking about the pressure with being a pregnant woman. The tests, the scans, the antenatal appointments and I couldn't give you an exact number of times where I've been pricked for blood! But that's for another post.

The first few weeks during pregnancy weren't the easiest, but we made it to our first scan. The second trimester was here before we knew it and my midwife was already asking about a birthing plan, breastfeeding whilst making off the cuff comments about my baby having lots of room to move, thanks love! As you can imagine that appointment sharpish with me ending up in flood of tears in the car. I honestly had no clue what I was planning, or what I wanted to do. Both my husband and I are types of people who usually go with the flow and never to make plans, as they normally go tits up. I'm sure we are not alone.

It was time for another antenatal appointment with the same midwife. I don't even think we sat down before she started going off on a tangent about what I should be doing and that I should be signing up to breastfeeding classes, which made the whole appointment difficult because I was still unsure. Even though she continued to reel off all the amazing things that come with breastfeeding, I hadn't made my mind up. I did feel a real pressure from this particular midwife to breastfeed and throughout my third trimester she kept pushing and pushing with this breastfeeding issue and it did make me feel uncomfortable. I was kind of glad that this midwife got transferred out of the district and assigned a new midwife who was so understanding and all she would say is that we would have to do what is right for me and the baby, this was one amazing midwife and one I will never forget. This midwife helped me through the later stages of my pregnancy, my birthing plan and when I went into labour I was so happy to see her and she even stayed on after her shift to see me through my labour, now that's dedication.

My birth was relatively natural with a few stitches due to a tear, but it was a long labour. I was so tired. The baby was happy and healthy, my mum fed her a bottle straightaway. Soon after we were transferred to another ward and I wasn't allowed to go home because my blood pressure was very high and they wanted to keep me in for observations. As upsetting as it was to see my husband leave the ward that night I could finally relish in a moment alone with my brand new baby and that's when I decided to try and breastfeed her. Wow, now that was painful. I wasn't expecting it to be that painful and she couldn't even latch properly, what on earth would it be like if she did. My daughter was crying so much because she was hungry and I continued to try with the breast but because I didn't want anyone to come in and see to her, I gave her a bottle. I did tried breastfeeding a few times, but it didn't seem as if it was the right thing for us. I do wish that I preserved with breastfeeding but its not for everyone and that's OK. I do feel as a bottle feeding mother there is a stigma centred around using a bottle and there really shouldn't be after all a fed baby is what is best, right? What are your thoughts on this?

If you'd like to be part of the series then please feel free to send me an email and I'd be thrilled to get back to you with more information! Please get in touch even if you don't have a blog and you would simply like to share your story.


 Motherhood is a complete whirlwind. Sometimes finding the joy and smiles is easy and sometimes it's a little harder, but amid those times it's not so easy we owe it to ourselves to savour those moments forever.

Hello you lovely lot and welcome back to another instalment of the #MotherhoodMondays guest post series; a  weekly feature for mothers to share their stories about their incredible journeys of motherhood in all kinds of forms. Don't forget to get in touch if you want out get involved, we're always looking for some more mamas to guest post for us.
For this week's feature we have my lovely friend Jo from Pickle and Popp who is a newbie blogger. I am so excited about Jo taking part in our guest post series and with a wonderful post that she has kindly offered to share with us for #MotherhoodMondays. But before we get into this post with Jo, shall we get to know Jo a little better...
Hi, my name is Jo and I’m a 30-something year old mummy of two and wife from East Anglia. I work part-time in insurance but am currently on maternity leave, enjoying the madness of a new baby whilst juggling the busy life of a 3 year old. I have recently found a love in baking and love trying out new toddler friendly recipes. Some of my favourite things to do include family walks (especially in autumn when the colours are so beautiful), reading, and knitting (although I’m still practising this one).
Please Don’t Feel Left Out; You’re Still My Boy

When you have a baby you know your life is going to change, but nothing really prepares you for it. The instant love, the bonds you grow and your completely new outlook on, well everything.

This is what happened when Reuben came into our lives.

Everything changed and it all happened so fast. Suddenly we were responsible for this little bundle. Everything that he needed we had to do for him. He grew so quickly and today he is a complete handful, so independent and head strong. We have such a great bond; all three of us.

After Sam and I got married we decided we wanted to have another baby and a few months later we were lucky enough to get the positive we had been waiting for. We agreed not to mention anything to Reuben until after the scan and then we would tell him.

When we told him, he didn't seem very interested. He wanted cake. He was two, so could blame him.

Sam and I agreed that Reuben should be included in everything.

He needed to see that a new baby wasn't going to replace him or change our love for him; and so he came to every anti-natal appointment and every scan. He watched me grow and he became so excited that he was going to be a big brother. He was happy to cuddle up to me and my bump when I was tired.

As my due date approached we spoke to him about how Mummy would need to go to hospital soon so that Jessica could be born and that he would be with Nana and Grandad. By this point he was bursting, he couldn't wait to meet Jessica and we were happy with how happy he was.

He was with us at my parents the day I went into labour and he wouldn't leave my side, he became protective and clingy.

He knew things were changing.

When my waters broke he was going to bed; and as my contractions were painful we were then going to go to the hospital. Ever since he was born I have always sang him "hush little baby" before bed and he wanted me to sing it. I had a contraction and knew I had less than two minutes before another one came, but somehow I managed to sing him that nursery rhyme and he went to bed.

He came to the hospital the next day. He hugged me and realised I had no bump, turned to the cot and beamed. He had his sister.

I was glad when it was time to come home. I wanted us to bond as a four.

Those first two weeks were hard for him, and for me. Our relationship had changed. Not in a bad way, it was just, different.

I was breastfeeding and Jessica was feeding every two to three hours but each feed was taking anywhere between thirty minutes to an hour. I was struggling to get comfortable and she was struggling to latch correctly.

Reuben wanted to play but I was feeding, or was tired, and I still couldn't get on the floor so I would cuddle with him when I could and read him stories but he started asking Daddy more and less of Mummy; Mummy was busy.

It would be bedtime for Reuben and Jessica would want feeding. I would tell Reuben I would go up to sing to him after I had finished feeding Jessica, by that time he would often be asleep and so no nursery rhyme.

It upset him but it crushed me. I had been naïve, I had thought that everything would be the same but it wasn't.

One bedtime that Jessica didn't want feeding I took Reuben to bed and he chose a book but then he told me he didn't want me to read he wanted Daddy.
I burst into tears, I couldn't help it. He was sad that I was crying and I cried more that I had made him sad. I did read the story to him in the end and sing to him as I normally would have, but that had hurt me like nothing had hurt me before.

Eventually, after two weeks it was time for Sam to go back to work, time for us to get some kind of routine. Things got harder, after all now there was just me. Jessica still needed feeding but Reuben needed me more now that Daddy wasn't there.

I'm not going to lie, we are still fumbling through, making it work but I can tell that sometimes he longs for it to be just us two again. When he throws himself into my lap because Jessica is crying so that he has a cuddle, when he cries for no apparent reason when I'm feeding Jessica. Those are the times that it is hardest. But we will get there, each day it gets a bit easier.

I want him to know that no matter what, he is still my boy. We are still the same and I love him dearly. I want him to know that it will only be a short while until Jessica isn't so dependant on me, when she starts to take a bottle then we can have some time on our own, just the two of us.

I do tell him but at the minute it's just words, he doesn't understand, he's three.

So for now, we fumble through. I tear myself in two. I feel guilty.

Guilty he doesn't get the same attention he is used to.

Guilty that I'm tired

Just guilty.

It wont last forever. I know that. So for now I hug him as hard as I can whenever I can and tell him I love him. I can only hope he isn't feeling left out. I can only hope he will understand that I've done my best.
Thank you for your post Jo. If you liked this post don't forget to share, share, share. I'm sure that it will be more than appreciated. Remember sharing is caring. You can find Jo over at Pickle and Poppet and I will link her social media platforms below.



When my daughter was a baby going out for a family meal was pretty straightforward. I would be able to take her in her pushchair, have  handful of toys and a dummy and I wouldn't hear too much from her. Now she's a toddler and when you decided to take a toddler out to eat, you will be including a guest who finds it difficult to sit still, who is prone to a tantrum or two and probably has a limited interest in being quiet while eating their peas. So I can understand why many parents of young children avoid eating out and prefer to eat at home, when thrown food will only hit members of the immediate family or the poor dog. But sometimes going out for a family meal is necessary so if you are the lucky owner of a toddler and you feel uneasy about dining out, I have a few suggestion to help make the experience less stressful.
Before you go you have to have a bag full of tricks to keep your toddler occupied while dining out. So bringing a variety of reliable amusements such as their favourite books, toys, some games is essential. If you know that you'll be an hour or so pack a bag that is equipped for two hours.
As you will know toddlers can become bored quite easily and so as you can imagine this one comes as no surprise. To help avoid a screaming meltdown, being embarrassed or flying peas make sure you take a bag full of tricks. These could be their favourite toys, books and if child is especially energetic or restless, pack a couple of new small toys that will hold their attention at least until their food arrives. It's always a good idea to keep some paper and crayons stashed away in your car. Children love nothing more than to doodle to their hearts content, even some restaurants supply paper and crayons which is a big bonus for those who forget. But it's always best to keep a watchful eye on your toddler in case they decide to try and eat the crayons or doodle on the restaurant's menu.


Always try and avoid the busiest time when dining out with a toddler. We have found that the best time to eat out at a restaurant with our daughter is during the early evening or opting for a late lunch as there are less people about to try and annoy. A meal that you didn't have to cook + happy toddler = happy parents!


Children don't like waiting too long for their food just like hungry husbands but at least the husband won't scream at the top of their lungs...too much! So when you go order your food ask your server to get your children's food out first out so all tantrums can be avoided. It is always best to try and order their food as soon as you arrive because babies and toddlers prefer eating tepid food and most restaurant's pride themselves by serving hot piping dishes.
One for the mums, sorry dads. When the novelty of their toys or creating a masterpiece has worn off the next thing that I would do would be to dive into your handbag. It's not as if it's short of a couple of distractions that will sure to keep those little mischievous minds occupied, my daughter loves my keys because it has a picture of her and Father Christmas and a fluffy sheep. My daughter also loves to play with my compact mirror and makeup brushes so there is always something to help keep her occupied whilst dining out.


Yes, your child is your world but they are not everyone else's so try and be considerate and let others enjoy their meals as much as possible. You can never predict when a toddler has a tantrum but do whatever you can to try and minimise it. Take them for a walk around the restaurant, load the kindle with lots of apps to help and keep those tantrums to a minimum. When you have finished your meal always try and clear around the destruction that your toddler leaves behind, it only takes a couple of minutes to look back and clear away. Even if you don't leave your table spotless I am more than sure that the staff will appreciate the gesture. Some days you are unable to keep these under control so you have to keep in mind that sometimes you may have to leave, it's just something that you expect when you become a parent.

This one may come as a surprise as you know that you'll be eating in a little while. But you can never guarantee a short waiting time and be served straight away so prepare a few snacks, however keep them light. Rice crackers, breadsticks or even cheerios are great way to keep those hunger tantrums at bay until their food arrives.

There are many ways to keep your toddler busy and entertained in a restaurant. When you arrive prepared with a bag of trick you may be able to enjoy your meal without a toddler having a tantrum. Happy dining!

The Sunshine Blogger Quiz

Happy Sunday everyone,

I hope that you all are having a fantastic weekend and enjoying your adventures. I'm busy feeling sorry for myself because I have a cold. But this mama hasn't got the time to be ill and so I thought that I would bring a little sunshine into my life  (see what I did there!) and take part in the sunshine blogger quiz.  I was nominated by the lovely Alex at Better Together Home to answer ten questions that she has put together for The Sunshine Blogger Awards. There's just something about these types of posts that I love, and so I jumped at the chance to take part. It's a great opportunity to get to know other bloggers.  

1. What is the meaning behind your blog name?
My daughter's name is Amelia Rose and one day I called her Mimi and it sort of stuck. Even when I call her by Amelia she will reply 'I'm Mimi Mummy!' When it came to a blog name I knew that I wanted to use some of my daughter's name as she would be the main inspiration and so Mimi Rose and Me just had a lovely ring to it.
2. What makes you feel accomplished?
Oh, this one was tough. There are so many things that make me feel accomplished, like keeping my little person alive, haha. I would have to say that being mother is definitely accomplishment, simply because it's something that I never ever thought would happen.
3. What book would you recommend other people should read and why?
This one for me is quite difficult because there are so many I could recommend. But I think that in all honesty I would recommend Harry Potter, because you can easily find yourself getting lost in those. Most people have probably already read these but for those that haven't you so need to.
4. What is your dream holiday?
Cuba, Cuba, Cuba did I mention Cuba. We went to Cuba for our honeymoon and it was the perfect destination and I would love to be able to go back there with our daughter. It's a beautiful country, it has beautiful beaches and the people are so friendly. It's paradise. Honestly!
5. If you could eat one type of food forever what would it be?
As hard as eating one type of food forever would be I would choose fresh bread with cheese. When I was younger I would call it a cheese nubbin, don't ask me why I haven't got a clue. But I could eat fresh bread all day. Yummy!
6. What is your favourite song?
I'm going to cheat with this one. I have two favourites. My first one is our wedding dance which was 'Far Away' by Nickleback and my second favourite is 'One' by Ed Sheeran because this was the song that was playing as I went into labour with my daughter.
7. If you could live in a book, TV show or film universe, what would you pick?
Live in a book for sure.
8. You are stranded on a desert island with five things of your choosing - what are they or why?
Can I take my husband, is that fair to call him a thing? If I can't then I would choose to take music without a doubt, take a book as it would allow me to travel with my imagination to other places other than the deserted island. Sunscreen would be a must for someone who has fair skin and burns like a bugger, a hammock I hate creepy crawlies and a knife, it would be quite handy would it? Haha.
9. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
Damn Alex, this one is difficult because I am awesome. I'm kidding there's so much but one thing that I would change would be that when my ability to never being able to make decision. Say for example we are getting a take-away I will always let my husband decide first and then I would decide what I want based on his choice. I don't want to be getting myself a pizza if he decides to get a healthy jacket potato. I always, always make the bad choice.
10. Describe your dream home?
My dream home is a cottage, in the countryside. On the ground-floor there are three rooms. One is the living room with a brown sofa, coffee table and plenty of copper décor. There is a standing lamp, an entertainment unit, big windows and a view to the garden. My dream house will have a fully-equipped kitchen along with a big dining table for all the family. Finally, there is a study room complete with a desk and computer with a blush pink and copper theme throughout. On the first floor there are three bedrooms and a bathroom. In my bedroom there would be a super king sized bed, a white walk in wardrobe (just for me and my shoes) along with matching bedside tables. There would be a bedroom for my daughter and a play room. The bathroom would consist of large free standing bath tub, a separate shower and a toilet, sink and towel rails. So, I haven't really thought about my dream home at all.  

I'm tagging a lot of lovely bloggers for The Sunshine Blogger Quiz,
Caroline from Carter Family 4, Nadine from Then I Became Mum, Sarah from Boo Roo and Tigger Too, Naomi from Life By Naomi, Susie from This Is Me Now and Sarah from Whimsical Mumblings.

O v e r   t o   y o u . . .
1.What's the best thing about blogging for you?
2. What is your happiest memory?
3. Do you have a favourite season?
4.Are you an early bird or a night owl?
5. If you have children, share your favourite photo of them.
6. What's your favourite TV programme?
7. How do you relax?
8. Tea or coffee?
9. What inspires you?
10. What would be your dream holiday?

What To Do with Old Baby Clothes?

Children grow out of their clothes at an impressive rate and you're often left wondering what to do with them. Not only do you need to find new clothes for your little one, but how do you take care of the clothes and what to do with them once your child outgrows them?
But it's easier said than done. Being a mother to a nearly three year old it's something that I have become accustomed to every few months. We love her so much, she's pretty amazing but she owns to much stuff. I thought I knew what I was in for, in terms of how much stuff we were going to accumulate when she was born, but my goodness, that doesn't even compare. Over the course of three years, our daughter has accumulated more clothing than both my husband and I have combined. I literally saved everything my daughter grew out of and now our loft consists of many vacuum packs full of tiny baby clothes, and now the time has come to actually go through them and figure out what we will do with those old baby clothes.

Organise and store...

Not sure about another baby just yet? Well you still could organise and store those old baby clothes away, just in case. Before you do it's always a good idea to go through and throw away any clothes that are stained, ripped or beyond repair. After you have gone through them all try and organise all the clothes you are keeping into sizes - New-born, 0-3 months, 3-6 months, 6-12 months etc.. For me the best option was to store all the clothes in vacuum bags because they are a great way to keep your clothes fresh and clean while protecting from all the dust, cobwebs and creepy crawlies. We have nine giant bags full to the brim.

Hand them down...

However if the time has come to say no more babies then it may be an idea to try and hand them down to members of your family or any friends that are expecting a new baby. I think that this is always a lovely gesture and can be really helpful for those who cannot necessarily afford brand new clothing for their baby. If there are no family or friends that are expecting you could also offer them to someone online. On social media there are quite a few pages, groups and the general word of mouth to let others know that you may be able to offer them baby clothes and I am pretty sure that someone will soon snap them up, and be very appreciative.

Sell them...
However, if you want to make some money out of all those tiny clothes your baby grew out of in a week, try and sell them. You could put them on selling pages or groups, eBay or even holding a car boot can help you make money. But bare in mind that you must have the time, patience and courage to meet up with people or wait in line at the local post office, so you may have your piles of clothes for some time. But, even so, it worked out well for us recently. My husband has lost over four stone in a year and as you can imagine doesn't fit into most of his clothes. I asked my husband to go through and donate most to charity, but we did keep a few things of his and ended up making a little profit on eBay. 

Donate them...

There are so many local and national charities that will gladly take your old baby clothes. Some charities can distribute the clothing to parents who need them through local hospitals and support agencies to some of the most vulnerable families. You could also take them to local baby banks such as Stripey Stork which is a volunteer run charity that is committed to seeing valuable resourced being re-used in communities. The charity works alongside a number of agencies who ask for donations of baby equipment, clothes, toys and other baby essentials - a baby bank such as this are a great alternative

Be creative...

If you are one of those people that can never seem to part with anything, then the best option for you would be to up recycle them, in a creative way. You can get creative and turn them into a memory quilt, a patchwork piece, a toy all made from your baby's favourite clothing. Baby clothes are so adorable you could alter those small baby onesies into t-shirts, pillows or even doll clothes. I really love the idea of creating a memory bear how great would that be? Creating a unique momentum that your little one can play with. There is so much more information over at Love, Keep, Create about creating a special little keepsake from those first moments.
What do you do with your old baby clothes? If you have anymore ideas please let me know in the comments, I'd love to know.


Motherhood is a complete whirlwind. Sometimes finding the joy and smiles is easy and sometimes it's a little harder, but amid those times it's not so easy we owe it to ourselves to savour those moments forever.

Hello you lovely lot and welcome back to another instalment of the #MotherhoodMondays guest post series; a  weekly feature for mothers to share their stories about their incredible journeys of motherhood in all kinds of forms. Don't forget to get in touch if you want out get involved, we're always looking for some more mamas to guest post for us.
For this week's feature we have the lovely Sara from Mind your Mamma. Sara is a London-based mum of 3 boys who very recently came to the realisation that life was too mental, and something had to give. She left her 9-5 job in London to spend more time with her children, look after herself a bit more before she loses the plot, and to give this writing thing a go. She blogs about family and parenting, self-care and mindfulness on her blog Mind your Mamma. In this week's feature Sara will kindly share a post about all the things you don't learn from all those books and I can relate to her post so much. As first time parents my husband and I thought that we were all prepared for this whirlwind called parenthood, but there were so much that we didn't even consider. It doesn't matter how many books you read nothing can prepare you for being awake for 6 days straight or figuring out what to do when your new baby decides to have an explosive poop all over you because your nappy changing skills are not up to scratch. Thank you so much Sara for wanting to take part in our series, it's greatly appreciated.
Why you don't learn to be a mum from books
I got married a few days before turning 28, and my first little boy was born 9 months and 3 days after our wedding. To say that we had planned and prepared for this baby for a long time would obviously be a lie! We always knew we wanted children, but obviously we weren’t sure how long it’d actually take us to start a family, so it was amazing to be able to fall pregnant straight away and without any issues.
At the time we didn’t have many other close friends who had already had babies, and it’s fair to say that we were yet to be exposed to the wealth of information, advice and parenting methods available ‘out there’ for new parents! So during my pregnancy, armed with a copy of What To Expect When You Are Expecting, we attended the free NHS antenatal and breastfeeding classes at our local hospital, and we thought we were good and ready.
Well, not quite.
Labour and birth
When the time came, it wasn’t long after labour had started that I found myself in a state of complete panic. “It couldn’t possibly hurt so much so quickly?! Something had to be wrong!”. Six miles and an excruciating hour in the car later (in the West London peak traffic), we got to the hospital, only to be examined and told to go back home! Needless to say, that poor midwife’s advice was totally ignored - I was NOT going back in the car.
Despite all my reading and attending the courses available to us, I now know that I had no real understanding of the physiology of birth. I had no idea of how uncomfortable internal examinations felt to me or that you could refuse them, as there are other ways to check the progress of your labour.
I had no idea that there was such a thing as ‘back-to-back’ labour, which is very taxing on your lower back and can call for a longer and more uncomfortable labour. And I had no idea about what diamorphine was and that it crossed the placenta and could impact early breastfeeding. Considering how much I didn’t know, it’s a bit of a miracle that I had a good birth! And of course all of the labour drama was soon forgotten when we got to finally meet our little baby boy.  
I was over the moon.
After a shower and a few hours spent trying to sleep next to our new wonderful baby boy (I was too excited to sleep), morning came, and I just felt great! My mum came as soon as the hospital let her in, and when she asked me whether I changed his nappy, my answer was: “Am I allowed?”
She gave me that look. You know the one. The one your parents give you when you’re in trouble.
And you feel like you’re 5 years old again.
Mum: “Allowed? Who’s going to do it otherwise!?”
Me: “I thought they’d want to see the content of his first nappy?”
At which point my mum rolled her eyes and proceeded to changing the boy’s nappy.

Going home
We went home later that day, and aside for being on cloud nine, what really hit me several times during the course of the day is that I felt that I didn’t really have a clue as to what to do with this boy.
Looking back now, he was quite lethargic at first. Perhaps the diamorphine I had accepted without knowing the first thing about it did affect his initial behaviour and feeding. He didn’t feed at the hospital, and I was in a hurry to go home – I didn’t like it one bit, and I just wanted to leave. I hadn’t slept in two nights (you know, being in labour and then busy giving birth), and I was shattered. Once I hit my bed I remember spending that very first night at home being in and out of consciousness. I’d somehow emerge from that state long enough to try and feed him, but in vain.
Whenever I tried to feed him, he’d just scream.
On his dad’s chest, he’d sleep.
By the time 48 hours had passed, our son still hadn’t had a proper feed. We just couldn’t make him latch on. I had been to the classes, I had seen the videos, I had looked at the pictures of a ‘perfect latch’, but I had no idea how to make it happen.
He’d cry, he’d fuss, he’d come off the breast. And repeat.

Getting the hang of this breastfeeding business
But thankfully, we got lucky again! Our new neighbour was a midwife at our local hospital. One evening, out of desperation we called her over, and she took the time to show us, for 40 long minutes, how to help him latch on. Every time after that and for the first few days, he’d take the two of us (myself and my husband) 40 minutes to help him latch on. 40 minutes. For him to feed for another 40. But slowly but surely we found our feet. And we learnt that when he had finished feeding he wanted to sleep.
On me.
I have fond memories of spending my days alone with him on the sofa watching TV. He’d either be feeding or sleeping on me.  It took us a while to find ‘our way’, but it slowly happened, of course.
Now I look back at the time being a mum to my first boy, as a new-born, and at how different it was the second and third time around, and I just know that I wasn’t prepared at all.
I thought I was. I thought I had done what was needed.
But you don’t learn to be a mum from books.
Being a mum can be hard at first.
Being a mum is mostly learnt ‘on the job’.
But it’s a job worth learning.

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Sunday Slumber

Happy Sunday everyone!

I hope the weekend has been kind to you, whatever you have been doing. Some of you may be wrapped up in blankets, drinking tea while reading this, some may be on your way out for an adventure. Me? I plan on spending most of the day having lots of cuddles with my poorly lady and organising my blog schedule for the week. So I thought that today I would catch up with you all and share what I have been up to in the past week or two :)

Last week, after what seems like forever my husband actually had some time off and so it made complete sense to take advantage. As a part of our goals for this year, we both made a pact to spend some more time as a family of three. Not that we don't, but I can't help but feel as if my husband misses out on all our adventures because he is either working, on a course or thinking about work. The boy loves his job! So, this week other than the boring food shop we decided to venture out in the rain and make our way to Farmer Fred's Adventure Play Barn for the afternoon. We had a blast. So much so that I would go as far to say that we probably had more fun than the toddler. Any excuse to be a toddler again! As I'm writing this blog post my daughter is pointing at my laptop asking if she can go to Farmer Bread's today, haha!

This week has felt really creative for me, in a range of ways. I have been busy setting up some collaborations with some brands and lovely bloggers, I have been experimenting with some make-up looks as every now and again it's always a good thing to shake up your make-up routine (the post will become a feature very soon, so keep those eyes peeled).  I'm also so excited to tell you all that one of my posts has been a feature on three different linkies this weekend - it certainly has been the highlight of my week. I think that this is just what I needed right now, as I feel as if I was in a bit of a blogging slump. But yay! Being a feature has helped motivate myself and I can already see I am being far more productive, I'm quite excited for the upcoming weeks on Mimi Rose and Me. *Fist Pumps*
In other news...
The end of this week saw a very poorly little lady. Yes, snots and the lot. I hate when my little lady becomes ill, she doesn't cope too well and neither does Mummy. Daddy gets away with doing the midnight runs to her room because of work - the lucky bugger. So today we were stuck in the house watching many episodes of Peter Rabbit! A programme I will sure to become tiresome of in the next few weeks! But as per, I always need to go out whenever we are house bound, bloody typical. Thankfully living near the in-laws come in handy when you need help with the germ monster, my mum-in-law came over to look after the little lady while I popped to the shop for milk, bread and coffee (they ran out of Yorkshire Tea!!!). Our visit from Nanny Caney did brighten up our day - I had coffee, adult conversation and went outside, bliss. I'm pretty lucky to have such a wicked bond with my mum-in-law, none of the wicked, my son is too good for you crap. Anyway, I'm babbling. So, as you can see we have had a bit of a Sunday Slumber, but I am definitely not complaining. Let's hope my little lady feels better soon, however the girl is always up for a selfie sesh.


January is such an odd month. I spend half the month still feeling the Christmas holiday mind set and the second half making plans for the upcoming year. My daughter however is still singing rocking around the Christmas tree and I don't think she will be stopping anytime soon, I am hoping she forgets about Christmas at least before her birthday in June. At the beginning of the year, I made a promise to myself to blog more often and felt so inspired by other bloggers to actually keep my promise. How has your January been? Did you make any goals, hopes or dreams for the upcoming year? So here is what we've been up to this month...


Most of you know that I spend most of my days running around after my mischievous toddler, but in the moments where she's calm and quiet, normally during an episode of Paw Patrol or eating food I blog. Last month, was crazy. I'm sure that most of you bloggers would have been just as busy in the midst of the mad rush that comes with Christmas and was looking forward to January being a time to catch a breath. But, it's been full on. I have been catching up on a few delayed posts, writing a few collaborations, working with brands and spreading the word about our blog series #MotherhoodMondays. As well as the normally blogging work, after what seems like forever, I finally stopped being lazy and bought my own domain so we officially have our own website. Next stop...going self hosted. 


This month my daughter finally ditched her dummy. Just before Christmas both my husband and I figured that now our daughter was two and half it was time for us to ditch the dummy once and for all. We were keen on encouraging our daughter to try and ditch the dummy by herself and with the use of a little imagination, namely the dummy fairy. We are so proud of our daughter as she managed to give up her dummies all by herself and was actually happy about it. It took us six days, boom! Our next milestone is to try and tackle is potty training! You could say that I went a little potty about the potty this month and I actually did something that I never thought I would do pre-toddler! Yes, I was so happy and clapped like a seal because my daughter did a poop on the potty. Is that acceptable behaviour from a mum of a toddler? 

If you follow the blog you may or may not know that one of my goals for this year is to attend more baby classes with my daughter. We've been to one or two every week so far and had so much fun in them and I can already see a big difference in my daughter's behaviour. Even though most of the time my daughter is an absolute gem, I have seen her not wanting to share as much. My sister has two little girls and whenever we have a playdate with them my daughter is more than happy to share their toys, however when we host the playdate, she doesn't want to share as much. But it was a pleasure to watch her in these baby classes this month and how kind she was in sharing the toys with the other children. When one of the classes ended she even helped the class leader to clear away while everyone else made their way out of the room, it made me smile from ear to ear to watch my daughter be so thoughtful and helpful. 


At home, we have been making some big plans for big changes for the upcoming year. It's around this time of year that we all like the idea of changing the old for new, leaving old things and ideas behind in order to make room for new things and new idea. Our daughter seems to have accumulated more belongings than both my husband and I have done in the nine years we've been together, and so it makes complete sense to upgrade the size of her bedroom. Leaving the smaller bedroom free to do whatever we wish, and we have decided to use this room as an office for ME! I have been inspired so take a look at what I have been dreaming of. Aside from the excitement of a new office we also started our spring clean. I know its only January but we have been trying to get our home organised with the help from Life By Naomi and 'The Organised Life Project' she launched on her blog in the new year. As you can imagine we have been busy decluttering, organising and chucking or donating any unwanted items and it's making our home look so much better. I'm sure we will make our way through the list of jobs to do in no time. 

Spreading the Blog Love

As this is the first monthly updates on the blog I want to share some amazing blog discoveries. I will be sharing a post of their that made me laugh, cry or just deserves a special mention so go grab yourself a cup of tea and share the blog love...

The Mama Nurse - We Need Them More Than They Need Us
The Littlest Darlings - What It's Like Being A Mum of Two

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