It's fitting, really, that in the month I've assigned, "Weaning with Respect Month", another self-appointed baby sleep trainer has taken the opportunity to show how little he/they knows/know about newborn babies, their nutritional needs, their slumber needs, and basically anything about anything related to any of their needs.
It's fast-approaching that time of year when many parents will be preparing to send their little ones off to school or pre-school for the very first time...
I wish you knew the pain you've put me through the last 26 years. The suicide attempts I once made on my life. The memories that haunt me. How I spent many years believing I was worthless. How I still hear your voice in my head sometimes telling me that I'm stupid.
Choose a restaurant or cafe based on the food preferences of little people. For the child that only eats rice: Japanese is good. For the child that only eats bread on Tuesdays: Italian may work. If you have one of each of these children, take a packed lunch for the other.
As if there is not enough pigeon holing of us mums already, as we endure fellow mums, relatives, friends and the old woman down the street trying to shoe horn us into a motherhood "type". We now have the latest stereotyping on the mum block that is "Momstrology". Yes you read right ladies. "Momstrology".
Let's be frank, some people thrive in the role of full time parent and I'm totally impressed and sometimes envious. In my case it was never an option and whilst it's been tough at times, I'm so incredibly grateful that I'm busy and loving my job - now that my babies are huge teenagers and need me rather less than I need them!
Sure enough, as I step foot inside Daios Cove the wow factor hits. Nestled in a tranquil private sandy bay, a short ride from the bustling town of Agios Nikolaos, a wall of floor to ceiling windows creates a stunning elevated panoramic of the crystal clear turquoise waters and rugged cliffs that don the bay.
When it comes to postnatal depression people automatically think its a women and that's the hardest part for men to really come forward for help. Its an illness that happens in the first 12 months after the birth, so maybe it should be called depression instead for men.
Assuming there isn't a secret world where stay-at-home mothers get to loll about all day in spas sipping Pinot Grigio, there must be some reason why more women than men stay at home with children?
Since retiring from international sport, I didn't think an emotional drive that had enabled my accomplishments, would ever absorb me again. But the day my baby boy was born and I became a mother, something even more powerful enveloped me. It's impossible to describe this overwhelming feeling, but every mother will know it.
The hospital was on the ageing side and a little drab, but clean and well-marked. I didn't have to ask anyone for directions. We had to take a number to be registered, but waited less than five minutes. I gritted my teeth a bit in preparation for the we-are-not-from-the-UK conversation, but it wasn't an issue at all. I offered my US insurance number for billing, but was told they didn't need it.
Do we really put our children first? Separation for parents can be amongst the toughest experiences in life; the hurt, anger, pain and insecurity can be unbearable, and in those moments of feeling utter rejection you are meant to act responsibly on behalf of the children so that they are put first?
The recent trend of celebrity breastfeeding selfies bothers me. I fully support the intention behind these images, to raise awareness of breastfeeding's benefits and normalise breastfeeding in public... Many mums, despite heroic efforts, just cannot breastfeed their children... I felt ashamed I couldn't breastfeed.
I am so tired I want to crawl up my own ass and have a nap. Yes, not the first place that springs to everyone's mind as a retreat of choice. However, I need somewhere, dark, un-crowded and most importantly somewhere no one (namely my small humans) would even think I would be. A place they would be too shit scared to even look.
It was seven years ago that I lost my first husband in a tragic plane crash. At the time I was a second grade teacher and just the other day I came across the letters that my students wrote after his death.
We have so many terms to learn all the time it's hard to keep up - for anyone who is not familiar with it, "mummy-track" refers to the sidelining of mothers in the workplace when they return from maternity leave.