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Guest Blog -Sharna  @jameshealthjourney

Hello all…

So Rachelle said, ‘write about something you’re passionate about’. Equality and inclusion for all!!! That’s it, that’s what I am truly passionate about. 

Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Sharna, my labels include wife, mother, ballet teacher and autism advocate. 

I am the mother of two beautiful little souls, James (4 years old) and Scarlett ( 2 years old). They are the apple of my eye, my greatest achievement!  I never thought that motherhood would ever fulfil my soul, I thought nothing could ever replace the passion of dance that I held so dear to my heart for many years. 

Motherhood has not only fulfilled my soul but it has given me a fierce perspective of what is right. 

Having a child with additional needs has made me loud, proud and determined to spread awareness for not only autism, not only special needs but inclusion for all.

You see we are all different.

We love different, we learn different, we see the world differently. Being different from another shouldn’t mean exclusion or disrespect. Being different should be embraced. 

Every single person regardless of religion, race, sexuality or ability should be embraced.

You see we all have something to offer the world we live in.

When my son James was diagnosed on the autism spectrum at age 3 I was determined to show the world his abilities. The day he was diagnosed was the day my voice got loud. Not only for James but for all that need inclusion.  It’s really mind blowing the amount of narrow minds that still walk amongst us today. I encounter many, believe me. It gets me down it truly does. 

My son at age 4 has learnt all too well the disrespect of others, he is 4. He sees it and he feels it. He feels it deeper than us, he knows he is different but teaching him he is not less than when you encounter such ignorance is hard. It’s hard on him and it’s hard on my mummy soul. 

Ignorance doesn’t make me stop, it makes me fight harder…. louder and stronger. 

I wanted to ask you today to think about the world around you.  Embrace, encourage and include all of those that are ‘different’ around you. 

We are one world. One love.

Much love, 

Sharna xx  @jameshealthjourney

www.jameshealthjourney.com

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Guest blog – It wasn’t love at first sight for everyone

When I fell pregnant with my second baby I was over the moon as my fertility specialist said it was likely the embryo wouldn’t take because it was the first frozen transfer and the success rates weren’t great. But during the two week wait; and some of us know how painful and anxiety driven that two week wait is, I experienced some pregnancy symptoms. I was feeling nauseous, I had tightness and was tired; I just felt pregnant. I was so tempted to take a pregnancy test but didn’t want to incase the results were negative and we would be heartbroken more than once. We waited and received the phone call from my doctor (with my clinic, I knew that an earlier phone call in the afternoon was a good one as they ring all the successful pregnancies first and leave the difficult phone calls for later on – I have experienced those phone calls too). The news was good. My husband and I were so happy. Thrilled. My doctor also couldn’t believe it given the success rates of frozen embryos. He was so happy for us.

My pregnancy went along pretty well. I had a couple of hiccups with bleeding and in hospital a couple of times on short-stay bed rest but absolutely nothing major like some women go through. I was really excited moving through the pregnancy but also wondered how my life would change with two babies and not just parenting my little Matilda. Matilda would be just over 18 months when the baby arrived and I was a little concerned about how I would cope considering I had a little PND after Matilda was born. I didn’t want to go down that path again and I was adamant about changing my mindset and the words I spoke about how I was going to cope and for me, I think that really helped alleviate some self-doubt.

The day arrived when Master Charlie came into our lives. He was the spitting image of his dad and was just delightful. My family visited and everyone was really happy about meeting Charlie and then Jason bought Matilda in. Being 18 months of age and not really understanding what had just happened she wasn’t so happy about Charlie arriving. She wasn’t loving, she pushed him away, she kept saying “no” and I thought oh my goodness, what have we done? Maybe we should have waited a bit, but in the infertility world, your choices of when you want to have a baby are pretty slim. My initial reaction when we first discovered what our infertility issues were, was, lets get things moving along and get this show on the road as time was not on our side.

The jump from one to two kids was big, for me. Even though I knew what to expect second time around, it was hard finding balance in caring for a newborn and a toddler. Thankfully Charlie was a great newborn; my anxiety was around giving time to Matilda and not getting frustrated with her little tantrums and outbursts knowing that all she really wanted was her mum. It probably took Matilda a couple of months for her to really show some affection towards her little brother. I noticed it once when I picked her up from childcare and the staff were looking at little Charlie and she was saying “my brother” and being super protective.

Jason and I had to be really conscious of spending one on one time with Matilda. He had already started taking Matilda out on breakfast dates when I was pregnant and that increased once Charlie had arrived to every Saturday. Daddy daughter dates were just the best. She loved it and was much happier when she came home and was more settled. Charlie and I joined the breakfast dates once Matilda paid her brother some more attention and we could both spend time with her.

Whilst the first few months were tough having a baby second time around was much easier than having my first as I knew what to expect for most of the part and making sure I got enough sleep really helped. Jason was such a great support and helped with night feeds so that I could get uninterrupted sleep until the 4am feed. Looking back now I wouldn’t change our decision to get the ball rolling with our IVF journey and Matilda and Charlie are great buddies now and play so well together. I know there will be fights and arguing between them as they grow but I really hope and pray they will be the best of friends and support and love each other through life’s challenges. So it wasn’t love at first sight for Miss M but now she is one protective sister and wants everyone to know that Charlie is her little brother.

Sass.xo

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How is it possible to miss someone you’ve not even met?

My name is Kelly. I’m a full time working wife and mumma to a beautiful almost 2 year old boy, and another little boy due at the end of May. Recently, I spent the night in hospital with gastro and dehydration. It was an awful experience! My first pregnancy was plagued with bleeds, hospital stays, threatened premature labour and an eventual emergency C-section 3 weeks early. Up until the point of my recent hospital stay, I was feeling pretty happy with myself and incredibly blessed, that this pregnancy was cruising along, drama-free. So needless to say, as I lay in my hospital bed, as sick as a dog, I shed a tear of self-pity..

My amazing husband must have realized this so he sent me a photo of himself and my son, smiling into the camera. It immediately warmed my heart to see my boys there, smiling for
me! But at the same time, instantaneously, I was hit with a realization. There’s something missing from this photo. Or someone..

Of course cruising through this pregnancy, like anyone, I’ve been filled with excitement and anticipation at the thought of meeting our newest family member. But it wasn’t until this point that I realized, this little boy growing inside me, is already so much a part of my family, that I feel like he is a missing member, like a missing body part!

As much as I absolutely love my boys, I couldn’t help but feel like this photo was incomplete.

I couldn’t help but feel like all my boys, were not in the photo!

I finally recognized the feeling of had a few tunes recently, when my boys and I were doing quality family things, feeling so happy, yet feeling like something was not quite right.. It’s because I’m missing my second son before he’s even breathed his first breath!

Man, that’s a powerful love! A mother’s love!

So as I lay in my hospital bed looking at the photo of my boys, I started to feel a huge sense of excitement… In a couple years’ time, I would be able to look at a very similar photo of not one, but two little boys, excitedly clamouring over daddy, smiling into the camera at a photo they know is being sent to mummy.

It fills me with so much excitement, and so much love!

Hurry up little bubba D, your mummy, daddy and big brother miss you, and can’t wait to meet you!

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Kelly – @working.mumma

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Guest Blog – The Mummy Grind

 

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As mothers, I think there is so much pressure to be on your game every damn second of the day.

Sometimes this is my face when I wake up realise I have to parent. That’s okay!

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If you complain, you’re not grateful.

If you clock watch till bedtime, you’re not enjoying your children.

If you take time out to do something for yourself, you’re being selfish.

If you are not making fantastical, themed lunchboxes for the kids every day, you’re just slack.

If you’re having one of those days where you could quite easily down three bottles of wine and run around in circles with your shirt over your head, then you’re just a bad mum.

Well, I am having one of those days. My house looks like I’ve been robbed by a gang of toddlers, I couldn’t get to daycare fast enough this morning and I want to call the boss, tell them I’m not coming in today and then sleep until next week.

But my boss is actually a two year old, and a baby, and they quite frankly, don’t give a damn about my excuses. So i’m continuing on with my job, and if I don’t shout from the rooftops how much I love changing poo explosions and cleaning up the same toys 23 times a day, please forgive me.
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If you don’t love your regular job, that’s okay. In fact, its almost expected. If your keen to get there each day, and go about your day, loving every single part of your job, good for you, you magical working unicorn! But I’m pretty sure most of us just don’t feel the same enthusiasm.

In a regular job, you check the clock, and you count down to the weekend.

In a regular job, you have bad days. Sometimes you are over it before the day even begins.

In a regular job, you get over it and you fake a sicky every now and then.

In a regular job, you sometimes check out and sit and gossip and/or Facebook for majority of the day (and to my boss who is reading this, I obviously, never ever did this 😏)

It’s assumed that everyone in a regular job hates Mondays, and spend the whole week wishing it was Friday.

But if you do any of the above as a mother… You are a terrible person.

Motherhood is on the same level as a full time job. So why do we get judged for feeling those same feelings that people in the workforce feel?

The only difference is we get paid in kisses, not cash. And we never get to clock off, we are on the job 24/7!

Not being deliriously happy in every.single.moment of your parenting life does NOT mean you don’t love or appreciate your children, it means you are human! It’s the most rewarding job, but it’s also the most challenging. And you are doing the best you can. And that’s the most important thing.

(And if you are doing the working mumma thing…. :O You are my hero. I don’t know how you do it, you deserve a medal… and all the wine!)

You go, Mumma.

xx

Shani Archer – The Awkward Mummy

www.instagram.com/theawkwardmummy

www.theawkwardmummy.wordpress.com

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NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU

 

It was high school when I started comparing myself to others. Make up, material things, my period, my boobs, boys and first kisses were all areas that I would compare myself against my friends.

10 years on it was my body I was comparing. Life went on and in the background my fertility struggles had begun. I compared myself to those who blinked at their partners and fell pregnant.

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Without a doubt the biggest comparisons of my life so far started as soon as became a parent. Nothing would compare with the love I had for him but I also started compared him to every other baby I came across. I also started compared myself to other mums.

I compared my 33kg pregnancy weight gain, my c-section birth, and my 4 months of breastfeeding to the women I saw who lost their baby weight instantaneously, had natural non-medicated births and breastfed for as long as they chose to. I compared my son who had colic and reflux to those whose babies ate at longer intervals and slept well.

As months went on I compared my son to others who were in a different percentile in height or weight, to those whose babies smiled and laughed and sat up and crawled and stood and walked before my little one did. Comparing my sons’ peers speaking in sentences whilst he was saying his first words.

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It’s all pointless. ALL of it. Unnecessary stress is added to your life due to bloody comparisons. What a joke. None of it matters.

Here’s a thought….instead of comparing ourselves to others why not compare this….

If you have food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of the world.

If you have money in the bank, your wallet, and some spare change, you are among the top 8% of the world’s most wealthy.

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million people who will not survive this week.

If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful, you are blessed because the majority can, but most not do.

If you have just finished reading this, then you are more fortunate than 3 billion people worldwide who cannot read at all.

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STOP COMPARING.

Don’t give up on your dreams and the things that you want in life, but don’t compare your chapter 1 with someone else’s chapter 20.

BE YOU.

NOTHING COMPARES TO HAPPINESS AND SELF-WORTH.

Suzy @childrens_empire

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Guest Blog – The ultimate healthy lunch box

When Rachelle and I were discussing opportunities to work together, I knew exactly what I was going to write about and exactly what recipe I wanted to share. Why? Because this year has (already!) been such a huge year for me as a parent and business owner, for my family and also for my future! What has brought this on, you might ask? School! My big boy Lucas started school this year along with hundreds and thousands of other primary school newbies and at one stage I found myself sitting back just going wow.

The Baby Bistro journey started when Lucas just a babe – and now he is off discovering the world for himself, eating bigger foods, playing bigger games, dreaming up bigger dreams…

It also means my routine has changed – and I don’t just mean the eternal uniform struggle, or mad dashes out of the house to make it to school on time – I mean the food. Baby Bistro started when Lucas was starting solids: Lucas needed solids so Mama made him some. Then Mama made it into a business. When Lucas started developing the need for more texture, flavour and more variety, Mama made that too. Now, Lucas needs a lunch box 5 days a week and so Mama got to work on making that healthy, simple and quick! And now Mama is getting ready to launch Big Eats by Baby Bistro.

Each morning when I pack Lucas’ lunch box, and get Thomas ready for day care I think about how much has changed (and yes, it catches me in the feels many a day!).  Gone are the hundred tubs of baby food with nappy wipes and bibs filling bag upon bag, now I just have this neat little box to fill up with goodness so the boys have energy to play and learn. In saying that, I still have to put plenty of thought and effort into what I pop into these neat little packages – if not more because they are very independent (VERY independent) little boys and like to make their own choices. So I would like to share with you my top 5 tips to creating an enjoyable, healthy lunch box that actually gets eaten! And below, I have shared a very special, fun and super-pretty Bento Box for lunch with healthy choices and a colourful selection!

Top 5 tips for a healthy lunch box

  • Ditch the traditional sandwich and switch it with a flatbread roll. Many commercial breads are loaded with refined sugars.
  • Say goodbye to overly salty, processed chips and replace with dehydrated fruit. They still get the texture and feel like a treat but it’s a healthier version
  • Think brain food – Carrot / cucumber sticks add a nice fresh crunch
  • Aim for natural sugars – include a piece of fruit in every lunchbox
  • Let them choose one item themselves. They need to learn about making food choices and I find it a great way to get my boys to try new things by also giving him the independence and freedom to pick something they want, while offering balance.

Flat bread Bento lunch box by Baby Bistro

Ingredients for a healthy and delicious spread…

1 can chickpeas drained

1/4 cup tahini

1/4 cup Greek yogurt

2 tablespoons baby bistro carrot purée

Squeeze lemon juice

Sprinkle Cumin powder (to taste)

Easy as 1, 2 ,3!

Pop all above ingredients into a food processor and blend until a nice smooth yet textured spread.

Spread onto your mountain bread then add your “sushi” fillings. We used cucumber, avocado, ham, chopped egg, and a few more – but you can use your imagination! Roll up tight and slice into small, mouth sized pieces. The rolls may unwind a little depending on fillings so be gentle (TIP: slice everything nice and thin to help the fillings move with the bread more and try to prevent unwrapping!)

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While it makes a very pretty lunch box, you could also try this when entertaining at home, at a BBQ, for a Sunday picnic with the family or really, anywhere!

Sevi @babybistro

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Guest Blog – LIVING LIFE WITH BABY

 

Hey everyone! My name is Ebony-Rose and I am a 22 year old wife and mother.

Four months ago I became a Mummy to, in my opinion, the most perfect little guy on the planet and my life changed forever, but not in the way people seem to think it would!
When people look through my social media they will see a lot of baby spam, selfies and a lot of food photos, and once they see this I always get the same question… “Who looks after your baby?” and I always give them the same answer “I do, he’s always with us!”

My husband is a chef and eating out has always been a big part of our relationship. We have always enjoyed trying new places, appreciating great meals and just love the experience of going out. When I fell pregnant I was determined that that aspect of our lives would not change, and it hasn’t. We still frequently go out, I still get my hair and nails done, I still go out with friends… I just have a little human with me!

I get a lot of questions about how I do this, so I thought this Guest Blog would be the perfect opportunity to share a few tips on how to keep on living life when you have a baby!

  1. Get your baby used to it:
    I have to admit I am extremely lucky. Leo is a really happy and easy going baby. But still, we have gotten him accustomed to being out and about. The day I came out of hospital, when he was not even 24 hours old, we met my best friend for coffee. So we definitely started him young! We kept him around noise so he had no issues sleeping in a bustling café.
  2. Don’t be ashamed:
    Babies cry. End of story. There are going to be days when you are “that woman” with the screaming baby in the restaurant. Scoop them up, take them outside and settle them, and if anyone gives you a dirty look keep your head held high. Why should you sit at home all day in fear your baby will cry in public?
    On this note though, please don’t ignore your crying baby. Other people are there to enjoy their meal. If your baby is full on crying, be courteous and go outside as to not disturb others.
  3. Be prepared:
    If you know when your baby is due for a feed try and plan to go out after this so they are settled and hopefully will sleep. My little one eats at 6pm, so I always book dinner at 7pm and 99% of the time he sleeps through our dinner date. Make sure wherever you are eating is pram friendly and are happy to accommodate your child. There are some places that wont and that’s fine, there are also plenty that will.
  4. Enjoy yourself:
    Your baby is not the end of your fun. It just means it takes a little bit more planning and some patience, but I promise it is possible! Not to mention your little one will hopefully develop great restaurant manners and people skills by being out and about.

 

I hope this has given you a little more confidence to head out with your new baby and that you can go out and enjoy yourself!

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Ebony-Rose

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Guest blog – Spinach Pies

I’m super excited to do my first guest post for The Mummy Code.

These individual pies are filled with the classic combination of spinach, cheese and herbs.

Pies are a great way for toddlers to eat their spinach which is a powerhouse of nutrients. As well as being a good source of dietary fibre it contains B vitamins, vitamins C and A to help boost your family’s immune system. Spinach also contains iron (great for vegetarian children), magnesium, zinc and small amounts of omega 3. And if that’s not enough, it also has antioxidants which help fight against disease.

Now, there is nothing better than homemade pastry, it is fresher than the commercial tasting dough’s and the frozen kind tend to break too often if opened too soon. To make sure you succeed on your very first attempt I have put together step by step instructions to show you how easy it is. Also perfect for all kinds of sweet and savoury pies.

Recipe by @myhungrytoddler

Makes 8 individual pies

 

Ingredients for the pastry

500 gram of plain flour, extra for dusting

1 tablespoon sugar

14 grams of dry yeast

1 tablespoon salt

1.5 cups of lukewarm water

6 tablespoons of olive oil

 

Begin by placing the flour, sugar and yeast into a large bowl.

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Make a well, and then add three tablespoons of the olive oil, salt and water, mixing it well and then kneading it with your hands.

Shape the dough into a ball, and brush it with the remaining olive oil and allow it to rise in a covered bowl in a warm area, for approximately one hour.

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Ingredients for the pie filling

1 large bunch of fresh spinach, chopped

2 lemons, juiced

150 grams feta cheese, large crumbled pieces

50 grams parmesan cheese

100 grams tasty cheese

2 eggs, beaten

4 tablespoons of olive oil

A handful of mint, chopped

A handful of dill, chopped

A handful of parsley, chopped

A few stalks of spring onions, chopped

 

In the meanwhile heat four tablespoons of olive oil in a large pan and sauté the onions about two minutes. Add the spinach and herbs and sauté until the leaves have wilted and the liquid has cooked off, about ten minutes.

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Remove the pan from the heat and allow to cool somewhat. Squeeze any excess liquid using a strainer. When cool enough to handle, add the lemon juice, beaten eggs and mix in the cheeses well.

After approximately one hour the dough will rise and more than doubled its size, it will become very fluffy when ready.

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Place the dough onto a clean work bench, dusted with flour and knead. Divide into eight even pieces. Place one ball of dough at a time on a floured surface, coat your rolling pin with some flour. Make a circle of dough with your hands, now you are ready to roll! Ensure that your dough has plenty of flour to prevent it from sticking to the working surface or the rolling pin.

Use a rolling pin to roll out the dough, until it becomes a very thin round sheet; the thinner, the better.

Tip: A pasta machine will do a great job also.

Place an eighth of the spinach mixture onto the rolled pastry and fold into a pie shape.

If you prefer not to make individual pies, this recipe will also work well with a whole pie.

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Preheat the oven to 190°C. Lightly oil (always use olive oil!) a long metal baking tray, placing the pies onto the tray and brushing each pie with olive oil. Bake for approximately 30-40 minutes until golden. Remove from oven and set aside for five minutes to cool.

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Serve with a squeeze of lemon juice. Enjoy!

Nikki @myhungrytoddler

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Guest Blog – Does the pregnancy glow wear off?

Does the pregnancy glow wear off? Is it something that comes and goes with my mood swings? A glow of fire out of my nostrils, when I slice the ham to thick or realising I’m crying for no good reason for the 3rd time in one day.

Where is the glow in my pimples, the ones I only ever get when I’m pregnant. My constant oily hair, or nails which grow as you cut them.

Maybe it’s the sun glistening off my hairy legs, I don’t know because I can’t even see my toes let alone my legs, or bend down to shave them.

“Oh it’s such a magical feeling” 

Well yes sometimes I can lay there and admire the small twitches and movements. But this getting kicked in the ribs and playing hop skip and jump on my bladder isn’t my idea of magic.

“Wow still 9 more weeks? Your about to explode” Pregnancy glow

Thanks, not only do I feel like a beached whale, you just confirmed it for me.

“Your going to have your hands full aren’t you”

Honestly, it might just be my hormones but I could punch you right now. How dare you doubt my abilities, I’m going to fucking ace this two kid thing. Yes my toddler will most likely strangle the baby as he attempts to show him some lovin’, probably tip the bassinet by trying to climb up and see the baby and his help may not always be very helpful. But I’m going to love every minute of it.

My feet and hands are puffy and swollen, I’m edging towards hitting the 100kg mark and I now wake up to use the bathroom at least three times per night.

But I’m glowing; I’m glowing internally, full of happiness and gratitude. I’m thankful for the ability to be able experience pregnancy, I’m thankful for my cheeky thriving toddler and my supportive fiancé.

Mummy Blogger  xx

Tiarne

 

Tiarne Straatman

tiarne.straatman@gmail.com

 

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Guest Blog – @therealmummmy

23.

that’s how old I am.

I have two beautiful babes. Cooper 4 & Lyla 2.

I had Cooper when I was 19. I got married when I was 20 and had Lyla when I was 21.

To say I bit off more than I could chew would be an understatement

All of my life I wanted to be a mother. When I was a little girl I would spend hours imagining finding love and having a family. I couldn’t wait to find the man of my dreams and have perfect children. I thought it would be just all so perfect.

It was perfect some days, some days were crazy. I knew having a newborn and toddler was going to be hard and I knew I would cry over the silliest of things. But I wasn’t coping at all.

I didn’t want to admit that I had depression, seemed so weak, I was not weak but I just had this feeling of emptiness. Truthfully I had been feeling it for year before I had the kids.

After about 4 months of this feeling, this tired feeling, not wanting to get out of bed, fighting with my husband, blaming him for everything, I even had days where I would just want to get in my car and leave. I eventually went to the doctor. I told no one. I even took the kids with me.

Usually I would see if someone would mind them for me. I was so scared of one of them melting down and everyone staring at me and a screaming child. I was not in the right frame of mind to deal with that. I know I shouldn’t care what people think… right? It’s very hard telling a person with depression and anxiety to just not worry about what people think. You cannot just tell your mind to stop.

The doctor was awesome to talk to, the doctor suggested I talk to a psychiatrist or try medication. I did not want to talk to anyone about this, I felt embarrassed. So I took the meds. For me that decision turned out to be a mistake. They made me feel so sick for the first few days. Which is a normal side effect.  By then I had told my husband what had been going on.

I kept taking the pills. I noticed a slight change in myself but nothing major. I went back to see my doctor a few times and she put up my dose up a few times. Still nothing really changed.

I decided I wanted to come off the pills. After about a week I started to lose my shit. It’s hard to explain how I felt but I just couldn’t control how I felt, I yelled at the kids for absolutely no reason at all. I was not in a good state of mind.

I was losing a handle my life. So I gave in to the pain started taking them again. It was easier to go back to them than to try and fight it.

A few more months went by and I ended up going to talk to a different doctor. He told me that the medication I was on was not his favorite to prescribe. Great. He told me it has an addictive affect . Really ? hadn’t noticed.

He talked me into seeing a psychiatrist. I made the appointment and all. I didn’t go. I was just so lost,  I didn’t know what to do. I was just existing. This was no life for me or my kids. But I couldn’t help it.

I ended up deciding one day that those pills don’t own me, I’m going to start again… exercise every morning and go cold turkey on the anti-anxiety pills. It sounded so much easier in my head. I did try though. It was hard, I wanted to go back to them so many times. I think I just knew in my head enough was enough. They didn’t help me they just made me worse if anything

I did it though. It probably took me a good 2 months not to want them anymore but it got easier as each day went by.

I didn’t end up seeing a psychiatrist, I kind of want to but my anxiety gets the better of me. I have completely lost my confidence when talking to other people, let alone someone that I have to try and explain my whole life too.

I’m not on anything anymore, I feel as though my depression has backed away for now but It’s not gone. My anxiety is probably the worst it’s ever been. I don’t know why it just is.

In the middle of all this craziness, In September 2012 one of the most terrifying things happened to us.

We all had the flu. My son Cooper was 2, my Lyla was about 8 months old. Cooper was sleeping all through the day and all the night. When he would wake he was thirsty, like unnaturally thirsty. He would wet through his nappy at night, even when we changed him throughout the night to try to prevent this from happening. We couldn’t work it out.

I was on the phone to the nurse on call about 3 or 4 times. They just told me that it was his body’s way of dealing with this wicked flu.

I remember my Mum came over on the 3rd or 4th day of having this flu. I was changing Coopers clothes, he was just so tired and lethargic, barely staying awake.

Looking at his normally healthy body was shocking… he was honestly just skin and bone. It freaked me out how much weight he had lost only in a day or 2. Mum said take him to the doctors. So I did. He vomited all over me in the doctors waiting room, after that the doctors bought us in straight away. She took one look at him and told me get him straight to emergency.

The doctor called the hospital to notify them we were coming.

I should add that we had both kids at emergency the night before with high temps and was sent home.

We get to the hospital, James, Cooper, Lyla and myself. We get taken in straight away, The nurses start taking blood and asking all these questions. Almost like we had starved him.

I guess we couldn’t blame them, that’s what he looked like. The hours go by with still no answers so I take Lyla home as she was still sick, hadn’t slept, hadn’t had lunch. My Husband told me he would call me if he had any news.

He called. I answered…… ” Cooper has type 1 diabetes“.  I wasn’t really sure what to think. I don’t know anything about diabetes.  Nothing. The worst part of it all was when I got back to the hospital, James told me they were planning on doing a bone marrow test on him. They had him all prepared for a needle in the spine, just waiting on the anesthetist.  I was pretty angry that they planned on a performing such an invasive procedure like a bone marrow test before a simple finger prick to check blood glucose levels. I mean I know it’s rare to get type 1 so early on but that was scary.

We both had to learn everything about type 1 diabetes. He needed insulin to survive and constant fingers pricks to manage his blood glucose levels. Without constant management of his diet and the right control of his insulin dosage there are serious and even deadly consequences. We even have to check him throughout the night….. everynight.

It gets easier, but with age comes other complications. Having two young kids and now this. If I wasn’t coping well before how the hell am I going to deal with this. He has ‘hypos’ which is low blood sugar levels. He can go into a coma if not treated right away. His blood sugar levels are high when he takes too many carbs in and the insulin amount was too little. Everyday is different.

James is amazing, without him I would not be here. I honestly know that. He has saved me. So many times I have wanted to quit. So many times I have felt like the biggest failure as a Mother and I tell myself I don’t deserve this life. He was the one to bring me through to the other side. I’m not completely there yet but I know with a little hard work, I can be. I am trying meditation , I am honestly the last person on the planet to try meditating. But I did. James asked me to. It is amazing. Completely relaxes your body. I think everyone should try it just once.

If I can help just one person sruggling like I was, whether it is just with everyday life or if they have been going through a similar situation as I was. You are not alone, even though it feels like you are.

@therealmummy

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    Kelly Dernehl