An open letter to the random man in the Doctor’s waiting room

To the random man in the Doctor’s waiting room,

Somehow we have both managed to be sitting in the same waiting room for the obstetrician. You are here with your partner and I am here with my entire family. We don’t live in this town you see, so we do not have the luxury of having our children minded, they have to attend whatever appointments we have. Seeing that the obstetrician we are seeing delivered both of our babies, I don’t think she will mind too much that they have accompanied us today.

You seem to be bothered though, my eight week old is happy enough but does demand some attention, to be honest what eight week old doesn’t? My sixteen month old has travelled six hours in the car and then been made to wait for an appointment half an hour longer then we had hoped. She is restless but well behaved, she wants her parents to read her stories and to play with the older children in the waiting room. She only wants to say hello and then she moves on. She is a young child, a baby even, a simple hello and then continuing on with conversation is all that is needed, not snide remarks about how close our children are.

You see, random man in the waiting room, it’s really none of your business how close they are. You do not have to have children close together, you don’t have to have any if you choose. That’s the thing with freedom of choice, its one we all have. We are parents of a young family, who are treading through the first few years of being Mum and Dad. We are happy and our children are loved, supported and provided for. Their age gap is really none of anyone’s concern, especially someone like you, someone we have never met. I didn’t need to hear your remark to your partner and to be honest neither did anyone else is the waiting room. Your partner seemed uncomfortable like she knew I had heard, but you didn’t seemed concerned at all.

I’m a strong girl, and to be honest, I really couldn’t give a shit, what others think of me or my life choices, but others may. I have bounced back from my pregnancy and giving birth well, but others may not. Words hurt random man, and I hope you think twice before expressing your opinions of another so they can hear in the future.

 

Regards,

BCM 

 

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If we are going to be friends.. 

If we are going to be friends I think it is a good idea to share with you some facts about me! Maybe you will find we have a lot in common, maybe you will find –  we do not! 
I am a little (okay, a lot) obsessed with Friends, the TV show. I watch them constantly, it is my happy place. I can (and do) quote parts of episodes. My family (dad, in particular) is also bad for this. 
I am somewhat nerdy, I’m really into the new tech items that get released. My Apple Watch is one of my best Christmas presents to date. I may have got up at 2.30am last year just to watch the apple conference, so I knew what was coming out and when. 
I am utterly obsessed with handbags, this obsession has been around for as long as I can remember. Louis Vuitton is my favourite brand, but I’m really into almost anything.
I started wearing  glasses all the time when I was 22, and I have hated them ever since! My husband also wears them, but unfortunately for him he has had them since he was a baby. One day, when we can afford it, we both would like to get laser. 
I am studying Bachelor of Education – early childhood. I do this online, and struggle to find the time to study. I am trying and not overly succeeding to find a balance that works. 
I have been a dental assistant since I was 16, I enjoy my job, but can’t wait until I become a teacher. 
Now your turn, tell me about you. I’d love to know the your quirks, if we are going to be friends. 

It may controversial but..

Is it just me, or is anyone else over all the “controversial” posts everyone puts up these days? I am so over someone’s person opinion of what they feel works for their family being labelled as controversial. I don’t agree with most things I read, I have a very particular idea of how I intend to bring up my child but that does not mean I judge others for their choices. 
I haven’t breastfed my baby since she was 2.5months old, she has slept in her nursery since we came home from Adelaide (at two weeks old). She eats packet baby food, loves her dummy and sometimes sleeps in our bed. My choices probably make many shudder,  I mean who would give their baby food that wasn’t organic? But to that I say a big eff you! My choices are exactly that, my choices. If you are not hurting anyone, then really it is no one else’s business! 
To anyone who is co-sleeping, exclusively breastfeeding, exclusively bottle feeding, to the Mummas that work full time and the ones that are staying at home with their kids, I give you all, a big high five! We are all working towards the same goal to bring up wonderful children, in a sometimes shitty world! So next time you find yourself labelling someone, or judging perhaps you should shut up and try giving them a pat on the back instead!
We are all doing a wonderful job, the only way we know how! 

Chronicles of a first time mama! 

Well as many first time mamas know, it is certainly a journey finding your groove in this whole new world of parenting. The type of parent you thought you would be, you normally end up nothing like. The time to yourself you thought you would miss, you don’t at all. The things you thought you wouldn’t cope with (dirty nappies, sleepless nights) don’t seem anywhere near as bad as you had imagined. 

It is literally like I am learning blindfolded. Every time I feel like I am getting the hang of this mothering thing, Rhemy goes and changes something and I am lost all over again! I find some days exhausting and others a breeze! I can read her ques like no one else and can’t get enough of everything she does. Everytime she does something for the first time, it is the first time I have seen someone learn them too! Every milestone for her, is a milestone for me! 

I’ve developed a dependance to Nespresso and a tolerance to kid’s tv shows! I have an unhealthy obsession with baby headbands and clothes. I love being with my little girl everyday. I find myself doing the most ridiculous things to get that one small laugh! I suck at nursery rhymes so I sing whatever I can, cause it makes her happy! I don’t need the sleep I once did and as long as she looks gorgeous when we leave the house, who gives a shit about what I look like?  To be honest I like who I have become since Rhemy! Whether I meant to or not, I changed and I think for the better. I was selfish before, most young people are. Now while I believe parents deserve to be spoilt sometimes, the children should come first! I have done that. She gets whatever she needs or wants and if that means we go without so be it! 
Comment below, share our changes, our experiences and obsessions !