Sam's Home Birth Story

Hope
I mustn’t be a very good mum.  I have a lot of “bad” days, days when I just want to lie in, eat junk and sit in front of the computer.  I don’t want to have to worry about whingey babies, pooey nappies or what to make for dinner.  I stress about how I look even though I’m pregnant and am continually impatient and cranky.  I yell at my kids and knock back book reading requests because I just don’t feel like it.  I do have good days too – actually most of them are good but the bad ones can really scare you sometimes.  Despite this, I like to think of myself as idealistic, in a good way of course, make sure others see my good points and never mind the rest.  I de

Ministar
Why do we mums love showing off our kids?  My husband took this photo recently after Katie was displaying some incredible moves he taught her.  We think she’ll be more than ready when she joins the tae kwon do club in the ministars program in two year’s time – and also hold her own amongst any group of boys.

The Egg Part 2
The bird’s egg we came upon unfortunately came to a sad demise. I’ve realised such frail items should not be within reach of small hands, particularly amongst a group of little boys. Funnily enough we soon found another egg in a different part of the garden this time. It’s quite puzzling figuring out exactly where they are coming from. One thing is for certain – they are not blackbird eggs. We ended up finding the blackbird nest within our passionfruit vine and daily watched it slowly being fashioned into a small woody bowl. A few days ago I peered in while the mother bird was away and spotted three blu

Pity Party
Sometimes it is as if I am going under. Very slowly. I lose sight of what I am doing and what I am here for. The goals and dreams that once were crystal clear I can no longer bring to mind. I trudge along with the day to day, barely keeping up. I envy those who have support, who can take a breather. When I am baby-less for even a few hours it is pure luxury but I feel guilty at the same time. My own mother never had support when she raised us and she is still hard at work today six days a week as the breadwinner. Each day morphs into the next and it’s as if I have no strength anymore. My family deserve more than this. I realise I cannot justify any more self-pity. I accep

Links I Like
http://www.homebirth.net.au/2008/07/twins-homebirth.html  Beautiful footage of a twin homebirth. For a while I was wondering about the possibility of twins myself and happened upon this on googling. http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2009/08/04/Hilarious-Proof-of-How-Bad-U.S.-Educational-System-Really-Is.aspx  I always feel a little uncomfortable on laughing at someone else’s expense but this one is eye-opening and a little sad.