Where it all began

I am a first time mother, to a beautiful blue-eyed little girl called Brooklyn Ezmae. Until she was born, I did not think it was possible to worry about and miss another person as much as I do when we are not together.

I will be the first person to admit that I did not take to motherhood like a duck to water as many people say they do. Then again, my pregnancy wasn’t easy, with blood cloths, injections, tablets then Brooke, or princess B as I call her, decided she did not want to come out at full term, she went 10 days over, I was induced, waters broken twice and almost three days of painful labour (I was only allowed gas and air, then near the end I had nothing) and a ventouse later, a warm slimy baby was placed on my chest.

I went through all the emotions once she was born, I was hurt, resentful, annoyed and upset for weeks after she was born, I felt like everyone adored her but I was unable to find those feelings. I was tired and angry for weeks after she was born. We also spent the first week in hospital with her due to dehydrated.

But that soon all passed, I now find she is the most adorable easy loving and smiley baby that everyone else could see. Now she is almost 4 months and we have some fantastic times together.

My princess B and I are settling into a mini routine. We have morning breakfast, wash time, our day together, bath time at 6pm, bottle and bed. I will admit, it is a bit routinish and boring especially when I really want adventure and freedom, but I know these moments wont last forever so I treasure each and every one. 

Hello and welcome back

Okay, so I’ll be honest here, I suck at remembering and making time for myself, hey who doesn’t these days? After all I am single mother to a now toddler, who keeps me extremely busy and on my down time, I, well…nap, a lot.

So hi, hello, yes you reading this, hi-ya, welcome back to my little corner of the universe, a safe place to express feelings and discuss anything you feel is important to us.

Quick update!

My name is still Samantha, Sam or if you are my brother-in-law…Samfa (long standing bad joke, I cant even recall the last time he called me anything but Samfa). I am still a mother to one, Brooklyn, Brooke, Brookie or B. (If together we make this blog work, long enough till you are able to read, hi darling…eat your greens please).

Brooke is now two; she was 2 about a week ago. She is a chatterbox, from the time she opens her eyes at around 6am, till the time she closes them. She talks about everything and anything. She does this amazing little voice when she talks through her toys, its all high pitch and squeaky. She is a right character, but we all guessed she would be from her mannerism.

Brooke is now using a potty (yay), although she has used a potty since about 3 months old for her, erm, number 2’s. In the last two weeks she has been asking and using the ‘big girls toilet’. At home she is dry, we are still working on the out and about part. Hey why not check out my baby led potty training post.

At the end of last summer, we brought out first campervan. She is a conversion from an old railway transit. Converted campervan/day van. I love her, she is called Frankie and we are yet to make more memories in her. Ideally I would like to re-design her layout, but all good things come to those who wait, right?

I still own a motorbike, although I don’t get to ride as often, mainly because of the weather, I mean being winter does absolutely nothing for my eagerness to ride. Brooke is still terrified of both my helmet and my bike, but who knows, maybe that will change this year.

Anywhoo I’m already working on my next blog post and look forward to you all reading it soon.