How I Lost Weight After Baby #2

Summer is now 15 weeks old and after focusing on my diet for the last 30 days I have dropped the baby weight (more or less) and am now back to the same size I was before I got pregnant. I’m so shocked I was able to lose weight after a second baby as I was truthfully expecting it to take twice as long as last time and/or my body would be ruined!

I started March 1st with a new range of products and have stuck to them and a diet plan for the last month. It sounds ridiculous but I have honestly never stuck to a diet longer than a week. I’m a sucker for cravings and eating like a little pig and find sometimes when I start I can’t stop!!

It took me 8 months to return to my pre baby weight after my first pregnancy and that was with no diet or exercise.  I think it was just breastfeeding and forgetting to eat! This time around I knew I certainly wasn’t going to have anymore babies anytime soon and this is my chance to really focus on getting a good body and feeling good about myself.

I’m sharing this because I want to outline an easy healthy eating plan that I followed, while still having cheat meals and also to let Mums know it is possible to still get back to what you were after another baby!

The basic structure of the plan I followed was:

A morning protein, meal replacement shake within half an hour of waking up, made with water and ice

Between breakfast and lunch: a raspberry leaf tea with aloe vera and a snack (200 kcals, 10g protein)

Lunch: a healthy balance of meat, veg/greens/salad and good carbs (protein based if possible)

Between lunch and dinner:  a raspberry leaf tea with aloe vera and a snack (200 kcals, 10g protein)

Dinner:  a healthy balance of meat, veg/greens/salad and good carbs (protein based if possible)

All while drinking 2-3 litres of water a day.

This plan was so easy for me to follow, the shakes are ok for breastfeeding and if I don’t have time to make lunch I can easily have two shakes for breakfast and lunch. They come in loads of flavours so it’s good to mix it up and not get bored. The teas contain caffeine to keep me going after a long night, but are under the recommended dose of caffeine for breastfeeding mothers. The teas also give me something to do when Im bored and thinking about food. It’s often that long wait between meals when you’re trying to be healthy that makes it more tempting to snack on rubbish, but this plan encourages you to snack and drink 2-3 teas a day. The aloe vera in the teas flushes out your system and is great for your gut. The snacks within the bracket are yummy (Protein bagel with Almond Butter, Nature Valley Protein bars, LIDL Peanut protein balls, Protein bagel with turkey and tomatoes, Hard boiled eggs)

A Few Meal ideas:

  • Bolognese with mushrooms, protein pasta, spinach and salad

  • Chicken cooked in salt, pepper, olive oil and balsamic vinegar with salad, roasted vine tomatoes and cucumber

  • Fillet steak with mushrooms, tomatoes and salad

  • Sweet chilli salmon, tenderstem broccoli, lemon and thyme rice

  • Fishcakes with salad

  • Mushroom risotto

  • Chicken fajitas (amazing cooked in the slow cooker)

  • Halloumi, chicken and veg wraps

  • Jacket potato, tuna, salad

  • Hand cut homemade chips, portobello mushrooms w/ blue cheese and broccoli

  • Roast chicken w/ all the trimmings

I haven’t been too strict but considering our diet used to be a lot of lasagnes, chips, cottage pies, takeaways plus a luxury desert most nights like cheesecake or apple pie with custard - we have been really good these last 30 days! (I’ve been doing this diet with Luke)

By eating better I have so much more energy in the mornings and feel really good inside and out. I’ve had to buy a belt to keep my jeans up that I bought in January and got my box of summer clothes out the garage a lot sooner than I’d anticipated fitting back into them!

I signed up to the company (Herbalife) so that I could get discount on the products as they are quite expensive without so do message me ( if you want to try the same. They sell the shakes, teas, aloe and more. I feel so proud of myself for actually sticking to it and I’m chuffed with my results!

1 month post-baby vs 15 weeks post baby (30 days on plan)

1 month post-baby vs 15 weeks post baby (30 days on plan)

30 day results from the plan, before and after

30 day results from the plan, before and after

8 months pregnant, 15 weeks post baby

8 months pregnant, 15 weeks post baby

I’m definitely going to stick to the plan so will keep this page posted. I’m keen to start exercising as I bet that speeds up the process too! So far all I do is run around after a crazy toddler and walk the dog!

I wouldn’t say I’m at my end goal but it feels really good to feel good about myself again! And it hasn’t been difficult at all, not once has anything tasted disgusting or left me feeling hungry. It’s been the perfect plan for me and I’m so happy!

2 Children under 2

Okay so I’m two months in to living with two young children, just over 2 under 2. And I can honestly say, it is not that bad. Yes, sometimes it’s tough and you feel bad you can’t give your attention to both but its only for a moment and it passes before you all know it. I wish I had read, what I’m about to write, before I had Summer. These are all the things I’ve thought “Wow I’m so glad I did that before she was born” or “I’m so glad I figured this out/know this now”

(Please bare in mind, for the most part Summer is a very happy baby - sometimes these things can’t be helped. She is very greedy with her milk and pukes all over us both most days, but other than that is a very contented baby. I am very lucky she has not suffered with colic/reflux or a milk allergy, breastfeeding is going well so we haven’t had any feeding issues. This definitely contributes to how I have found this experience so far. Please don’t think if you’re struggling because your baby has any of those upsets, that I don’t understand- because I do! I also drive a car, live in a bungalow so everything’s within arms length to me and my Mum who lives 5 minutes away has also just retired so I have had a lot of help!) That being said, here are my thoughts/tips so far on two children…

1) Having a newborn all over again has been relatively the same, but no two children are exactly alike. I went into this thinking that Summer would be exactly like Oscar was as a baby. I wrote in a post (that I now die reading) about how I didn’t use muslins when Oscar was a baby and for me they were a waste of money. Never touched a dribble bib or needed a muslin nearby. WOW I am so glad I kept those muslins. Summer is so greedy with her milk and I’m also such a feeder that she’s always overfed. I’ve tried everything from breastfeeding positions, Infacol (which I’m too lazy to remember to give), breaks between feeding, sitting her up, lying her down, rocking her, not rocking her. No matter what I try differently, she just pukes 5, 6 times in a row all her milk up. Luckily it doesn’t bother her and the only downside is I change my outfit about 3 times a day and hers 4 sometimes 5!! I do have to say I am getting better at catching the sick, covering as much clothing as possible with a muslin to avoid an outfit change or just choosing me or her to be covered in sick by holding her out/lying her down just before she voms. It’s made me so conscious of people holding her. Not because I think she’s fragile or I don’t want people to hold her, but because I would be mortified, especially in public, if she puked her cottage cheese guts up all over my friends or family. It’s honestly like something out of a cheesy movie where they projectile vomit as a joke, she just sprays and sprays like a hose. 

Oscar was nothing like that, yea he was sick but it was no where near as much as she is! She also won’t take a dummy - and Oscar loved his dummy. I feel like the two go hand in hand as instead of finishing a feed and then falling asleep comfort sucking a dummy, she's having a full feed and using me for comfort which means she's drinking way more milk than she needs, hence the vomming. I used to think Mum’s must’ve been doing something wrong and that it was really weird if their baby didn’t take a dummy. How can a baby not take a dummy? But no, Summer just looks around really disgusted and licks it like she has no idea what it is, then spits it out. She’s taken it a few times but never consistently. So the two beautiful Wubbanubs I had ready to give to her, a little pink deer and a pink duck - both wasted! And had I not had any muslins left from when Oscar was a baby, oh boy I would be stocking up by the tens.

2) Newborn’s really don’t need toys. It’s crazy to me now to think about how often I stuck toys infront of Oscar’s face when he was a baby. He had dangling toys from his playmat, toys hanging from the pram, toys over his bouncy chair. I used to wave them in his face. Through literally just not having the time or energy to ‘play’ with Summer and get some toys out for her, I’ve realised she really doesn’t need them. I get so many smiles from her just shoving my goofy face infront of hers or singing to her and blowing raspberries on her tummy. It’s saved a lot of space, clutter, crap, colour and mess in the house not having baby toys out just yet. Everything’s still very neutral just the way I like it. Oscar also loves playing with her, giving her kisses and putting his arms round her, that she definitely gets lots of interaction. 

3) Toddlers don’t do ‘quiet’. Oscar is 2 years and 1 month old and he can talk a lot. He is very good at saying “Shhh, quiet, Summer’s sleeping” but then will bash his toys around in the toy box, shout and sing at the top of his voice and then give her a kiss and point in her eyeballs and say “Eyes”. He isn’t old enough yet, I don’t think, to grasp the concept that if he makes noise it will wake her up and we don’t want to wake her up. I’ve been using white noise a lot, she really responds to it. And (again, I’m in a bungalow so easier said than done) but she has been having a few sleeps in our bedroom, off the lounge, in her Chico Next2Me bed, with the lights off and the white noise on. It’s usually 8-9:30am that she sleeps in there and has a solid nap while Oscar has his breakfast and if it’s a nursery day then she will have that nap in the car. It’s been really handy to have a place where she can just have some quiet time to herself and not be disturbed so she can have a proper nap instead of just short cat naps here and there and always being woken up. I try to put her to sleep in there as often as I can. Otherwise she will just sleep on me or in the Rock and Play bed in the lounge.

4) Cluster feeding still sucks and the evenings can feel like they go on forever. I aim for a 9:30 bedtime for myself, which may seem really early but I’ve not felt tired once yet! Even with Summer waking a few times a night for a feed, my FitBit still says I get 7 hours sleep a night. Any parent will know that bedtime routine starts around 5. Dinner starts, bit of TV, Bath, PJs, story book, drink, teddies, another story and then bedtime. Whatever and however long your routine is, with one child you can take a deep breath when it’s all over and zone out until you yourself go to bed. Spend time with your partner, watch TV, have dinner. With a child and a newborn its just non stop. Summer will fuss and whinge feeding all evening. I eat dinner most nights one handed and some nights I think had I been a first time Mum I probably would’ve packed in the breastfeeding. It’s tiring and you feel like they’re just crying at your boobs because they’ve sucked you dry. They feel so empty and limp that you think there can’t possibly be any more milk in there how are they still feeding! But I have soldiered on, because I know how breastfeeding gets so easy and is such a great, lazy way to feed them, once you get past the tough bit. I do actually find that even though she feeds a lot from 8-10, she does then sleep in big chunks through the night. Being in the lounge, with the lamps and the TV on also seems to make it a lot worse, so if you find your baby is fussing, just head to a quiet room, dim the nights, put some white noise on and let her focus on feeding instead of being distracted by the new episodes of Luther. 

5) Have faith in your toddler. Oscar really has shocked and impressed me more than I could ever imagine during this whole experience so far. I think it’s his age most importantly but also who he is as a person. He is very sensitive and kind and loves to cuddle. This has made it really easy to just cosy up on the settee and watch a Disney movie with Summer on the boob and Oscar cuddling into the other side. He is so content just feeling loved and it’s been really easy to still make him part of the picture and not feel left out with the new arrival here. Many months ago when Oscar started to really hate going in the pram, I thought we were doomed and that he would always be running off and it would be mayhem trying to be anywhere out with them. But him not using his pram with me for a good six months, has given us the time to practice staying close, holding my hand, crossing the road when I say, following me etc etc. I haven’t once needed a double pram, because he is such a pleasure (now)… to walk beside me. If you’re 6 months pregnant and noticing changes in you’re eldest that you’re worried might impact your routine when the baby is here, just see it as a chance to focus on those issues and iron them out while you can before the baby comes!

6) Embrace the madness! When they’ve both been crying and I can’t hear myself think, I have honestly just laughed. Because what else can you do. A toddler has like a two second rebound so even if you see to the baby first, as soon as you fix whatevers bothering the toddler, they’ll be fine. And if you have to do something for 10 seconds and need to put the baby down and they cry, that’s fine too. A baby can cry for 10 seconds and will be fine. Everyone will be fine! Just power through, be efficient, quick and give extra cuddles to the eldest if you didn't pick them first! Try to balance housework with cuddles if you can, that washing can wait if your toddler wants a hug, but at the same time it’s important not to forget about the house otherwise you’ll just feel bogged down by everything as soon as it builds up. It is difficult to grasp a balance but I find it easier to write a list down in the morning of jobs to be done and just remember you have ALL DAY to do them. Don’t get your knickers in a twist thinking it’ll be easier if you get them all done before 10 and then you can relax and enjoy the rest of the day. No. Pointless. Why tidy a kitchen before 10 when you’re there to eat three more meals each for that day, why tidy the toys up by 10 when your toddler plays with them all day and hasn’t learnt yet to put them back. Why fold and put away the first load of laundry when you have two more to go. Don’t repeat yourself and don’t rush yourself and you should feel a lot less stressed. 

7) Enjoy it. Yes your toddler just pooed on the floor, you have baby sick in your hair and can’t stop staring at your flabby stomach any chance you get thinking how much you want it gone. It could be a lot worse. I’d rather be home wiping butts than in a crappy office job working with people I hate. It’s easier said than done but if you try to see all the positives in your day and how amazing it is to have children it does ease the stress of working 24/7, 100 mph. And now being on the receiving end of having a toddler, I can finally vouch for those that told me it will go so quickly. I can’t believe how quickly Oscar turned two. The days may be long but the years are so short so just embrace it all!

To be continued…

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Why I chose an elective c-section

So it’s three weeks since I had our baby girl. (I wonder if I ought to change the name of the blog now?!) 

And to some people’s surprise, I elected to have a c section. When I was pregnant with Oscar I wanted a drug-free, hypnobirth, water birth and obviously that got shot to pieces. At the end of the day that is my ideal birth so when I had my midwife appointment and she told me due to the fact Oscar was premature, I would now be classed as high risk, I was a little disappointed. This meant that if I chose to wait to go into labour and push, I wouldn’t be able to have a water birth or be on the low risk ward. I would be on a high risk ward, with a cannula in and a belt on monitoring the baby’s heartbeat and sat in bed. She also told me that because I had a c section, as soon as my waters broke or my contractions started that I had to go in straight away- firstly to be monitored but secondly, to my horror, that because my c section was (just) under two years old, there is a risk that the scar could split open because contractions contract your uterus and your uterus is exactly where they cut and therefore where the scar lies!

S P L I T O P E N . My goodness.

As much as I was gunning for a natural birth the more time went on the more I didn’t want one. The most painful part of the whole c-section last time for me was the cannula and the anti-sickness injection in my thigh, and being told that I wouldn’t have an injection if I had an elective because you have time to take anti sickness medicine beforehand and that the injection was just because it was an emergency c section, made me think. My thinking was - well, if I’m dreading the cannula BUT I have to have one either way because I’m high risk, then why not skip the contractions and the pushing and just have another section. 

The initial thought of a c section being preferable regarding pain then sparked more thoughts on why it would be the better option for me for other reasons. As I said in my last post, the baby was due (believe it or not) ON Oscar’s birthday and the thought of having two children with the same birthday seemed really mean, so I then thought - with a c section I can just choose the date and she can come a week before. Christmas is also a week after Oscar’s birthday and we already spent Christmas 2016 in hospital, so the thought of going over due and being in hospital for Christmas Day again made me want to pick the choice where she can come on the 12th even more! 

I asked around my friends who had had c sections and it was a mixed response. A few said, ‘fuck yea!’ They figured if they already had a scar down there why not make the most of it and just whip the second kid out - avoid the labour and being tired from pushing, know when the baby is coming, arrive having had a shower and knowing everything’s ready for the baby. No rushing, no panicking, just a calm easy operation! Damn it did sound tempting. I think because it genuinely never upset me that I had a c section the first time around, I wasn’t bothered this time around at the thought of not having a natural labour. I think for those that felt robbed of their dream of a natural labour and/or didn’t heal well after their c section - would think that choosing to have another c section would be madness. 

I also figured, imagine going into labour, having a horrific 48 hours of contractions, try pushing for two hours, have a episiotomy, try forceps for them to say it wasn’t working and you needed a c section anyway. That would be a complete waste of time, when you could’ve just waltzed into the hospital for a booked c section.

Aside from all these superficial reasons to elect a c section, I was genuinely worried that the baby would/could have the same or similar issues with her heart/heart rate as Oscar did and have seen far too many One Born Every Minute episodes where the baby gets stressed during labour and their heart rate increases. The thought of this gave me real paranoia and I decided I’d rather have her taken out as quickly and with as many doctors around as possible. 

So I was granted my decision to have another section and we booked it in for the 12th of December. Born exactly 39 weeks, a week before her brothers birthday. This meant I was then able to pack a hospital bag specifically for a c section! Nice big high waisted pants, high waisted comfy trousers to go home in… you know the drill. It also meant I was able to plan exactly who was going to have Oscar while I was in hospital. The midwife told me that I would be in hospital for one night and sent home the next day - I couldn’t believe it! They said they take out the catheter after twelve hours and have you walking by then too. Then your dressing comes off the next day and boom, off you go home!

There were a few reasons I was hesitant to get another c section, mainly because you’re not allowed to drive for 4-6 weeks afterwards, which with two children and Oscar in nursery - I needed to be able to drive. It also doesn’t help that Oscar can only fall asleep in the car for his nap so I’ve basically enlisted someone to drive him around at lunchtime everyday - if I didn’t have our parents or Luke I would’ve definitely been screwed! 

I also wonder if I will get the urge to have more children (right now I can’t decide, I have no strong feeling toward either decision) and the risks increase with a third c-section. I can’t imagine either being cut along the same place three times!! Nor do I think it would be advised to have a VBAC after two c sections - but why base my decisions for this baby based on a future baby I don’t even know I want yet.

Recovery wise, I remember with my first c section begging Luke not to make me laugh because it hurt so much and I was terrified to sneeze for the same reasons. I also had a toddler this time around to think about who jumps all over me and loves his cuddles. Would he understand not to jump on me or would it be a living nightmare? I definitely have way more to do around the house this time around too, there would be no weeks on end lying around watching Netflix with an only child. This time I have to chase a toddler around the whole house just to get a nappy on him, I have to lift him in and out of bed, in and out of the bath, dress him, make him dinner, drive him around, take him to fun places - the list is endless! Would I be able to do all that with a gaping three day old wound and if not, how would things pan out if I weren’t able to do all those things. (I’ll tell you in a future post how it’s all been going)

Ultimately, after making the decision to have a c section - I felt so much more relaxed. I knew the actual date that my baby was coming. There was no uncertainty, no wondering when she would come. Luke knew exactly the days he needed to take off work and we could relax right up until that date. It felt very nonchalant to decide to have a c section but the day I sat down with the midwife and booked it in, I suddenly became very hot and sweaty and it felt so real. But, in reality, I knew I’d be way calmer than going into labour - with a c section I knew exactly what to expect. I’ve been through it before. There was no longer the ‘fear of the unknown’. I knew the procedure, the pain, the after care, the do’s and dont’s, what to expect and how to cope with it all. E A S Y!

All in all, I’m really glad to have chosen to opt for a c section again. The whole thing was so straight forward and I definitely think I’m the type of person to not mind missing out on the ‘magic’ that is labour. I’m happy to say I’ve never had a single contraction, I’ve never had my waters break, I’ve never pushed a baby out - and yet, I have two beautiful, healthy children - they just came with the added bonus of a scar above my bikini line.

Deciding to have a second child

Is the decision to have a child one made with, logic or love?

If you haven’t seen the clip of Michael McIntyre talking about couples wanting children - you need to see it! (

With the first child it is definitely a decision of love and logic comes second. I remember seeing Luke with our puppy that we got shortly after we started seeing each other made me envision him as a Dad, he was so sweet with the puppy it made me see a completely new side to him. This is exactly how Michael McIntyre describes it, “Oh Darling, wouldn’t it be lovely to start a family, little versions of me and you running around, it would be so sweet, what a little fairytale” - this is exactly how people without children think. The wool is pulled over their eyes by every parent with an Instagram posting photos of all the good bits. 

Deciding to have a second child is definitely logic first, it goes a little more like “Holy shit, are we ready for this again? Well, we’re still alive after the first and that’s the main thing, so why not”. Don’t get me wrong there have been moments of hysteria where I’ve really panicked about whether having a second so soon was the right thing to do and thinking we’re totally screwed, but for the most part, especially now she’s nearly here - it’s really exciting and I think it will be worth it even if it’s tough. 

Without further ado here are my reasons of LOGIC towards why I’m knocked the F up:

First things first I’m 25 this year… and what gets worse with age? Well, pretty much everything but wine and cheese. But more importantly: being tired. A 25 year old can cope a hell of a lot easier with a sleepless night than a 30 year old. I’m sorry but it’s true. I could still be out till 6 and getting up for work at 7 at this age and living that wild party life - I mean, I don’t in any way shape or form wish I was but I think I could pretty much still hack it. With two children having had their first years of horrendous sleep over and done with by the time I’m 26 sounds fabulous. Under eye bags aren't a good look on anyone but I can guarantee they’ll look better on me at 26 than 30. 

The sooner they're born the sooner it’s over. I know that sounds terrible and having children isn’t something to get over and done with but the sooner both children are grown up and at school and having sleepovers, the sooner we get to live our life. I want to throw myself into my work and have so many ideas for my business but I kept thinking, well what’s the point in advertising and building a substantial amount of regular clients if I’m inevitably going to take time off and let them all down! I’d rather smash the kids out now, completely dedicate myself to them while they need me the most and then focus on work when they’re at school. This also goes for our relationship as a couple, I don’t have it in me to go on long weekends away and leave them but eventually it would be nice to. And the sooner both kids are old enough where we feel comfortable going away for a few days the better! This also goes for date nights - Oscar was at a perfect age to have sleepovers and has been having them here or there, so I’d like to have another soon so the day they’re old enough for sleepovers comes around sooner! I think date nights are really important and we had one last blow out before trying for another and went out for dinners, had a few cocktails, went to the casino - just enjoyed ourselves before we started the whole journey again! (More so for me, because my fat ass can’t drink while pregnant and Mama misses the booze)

Speaking of trips away, another huge plus for me to have two close together was for the sake of trips. Disney. Centre Parcs. Family holidays. I think most families wait until their kids are of a good age where they’ll enjoy a holiday to Disney, tolerate the flight to Florida, enjoy the rollercoasters and more importantly be old enough to remember the holiday! I’m already feeling impatient enough as it is to take Oscar to Disney and the thought of having another child with a big age gap meant we would have to wait even longer until that one was old enough. And I’m not waiting 10+ years to go to the most magical place on Earth!!! I want them to both be able to go on the same rides and enjoy the same things. Not one parent stay with the young one on the baby rides and the other splits up and goes on the big ones. I want them both to ride bikes around Centre Parcs and be able to swim together on the rapids. I’m impatient as hell because those were the best memories of my childhood and I don’t want to wait longer than I have to to do them!! 

Toys. Sharing toys. (Lol who am I kidding they won’t share they’ll be tantrums and snatching and whinging - but nonetheless) The multicoloured, musical, moving, shaking, dancing, noisy toys kids love and adults hate... will be out the house far sooner. Playmats and walkers, Jumperoos and highchairs. Get out my house! Go! Go! Take your cheap plastic coloured toys and go! Not only that but imagine storing that crap for three, four years waiting for your second child to use it all. Ours will be gonzo. Vamoosh. Outta here. Think of all the garage space. (LOL) Plus it’s all still in excellent condition and is still ‘the latest gadgets’. We haven’t got old, useless junk from the first baby and need to buy brand new walking, talking shiny, electronics for the second baby. It’s all here, modern, clean, working, high-tech! We haven’t had to buy anything! This bub just needs some nappies! 

She also needs milk. Ahh breastfeeding. Assuming everything goes smoothly I’ll be breastfeeding this baby too. And maaaaaan does that not excite me one bit. I have loved and really appreciated having my body back since I stopped breastfeeding. 100% personal preference but I like having my boobs to myself. I can’t imagine now having Oscar grabbing at me and feeding still. I’m already excited for January 2020 to stop breastfeeding for the second time. Not so excited for the saggy state they’ll be in - but to have my body back. I’m so not buzzing to be bitten on my nipples by teething babies, feeding while I can barely stay awake at 3am for the millionth feed that night and trying to navigate lifting my shirt up to feed with pervy old men looking in cafes. I personally think the biggest motivation for me to breastfeed aside from the obvious health reasons for me and the baby- is to be lazy. It’s the best way for a lazy person to feed their baby. And I love being lazy. Other than that, it doesn’t overly excite me. Since stopping, I now so much more prefer cuddling Oscar and getting all cosy under a duvet or just having the biggest hug, or him running towards me shouting Mummy Mummy after a day at nursery. To me, those moments have meant more to me and been 10x more special than I’ve ever felt breastfeeding. It was sweet don’t get me wrong but I’ve since felt stronger emotions towards bonding with a toddler than feeding a baby! 

I’m also excited never to be pregnant again (maybe... we’ll see). I mean yes it’s magical but the kicks (the nice gentle kicks) are probably the only part of being pregnant I enjoy. I feel fat, lethargic, unfit, tired. I can’t wait for it to be done and dusted and (I think) no more babies for me. No more births, c sections, being uncomfortable, looking enormous. I can focus on getting fit and healthy knowing this is the final body I have to work with. That it’s my own again and I can get slim and eat sensibly. I never saw the point in exercising and getting slim when I knew I was only going to get fat again with another child. And here we are, fat again. But so ready to get into shape when it’s all over. 

Lastly, everything’s still fresh in my mind. I know how to care for a baby and what my game plan is going to be. When the sleep regressions are and how soon to buy this and when to do that. I won’t be left wondering ‘what I did with the last one because it was so long ago’ as I know exactly what happened because it was only two years ago. I’m still in baby-mode. I can still remember when to start weaning, what to do if a baby chokes, how to do baby led weaning, how to get your baby to sleep, how to stop breastfeeding. Granted, I can’t expect everything to be the same as they’ll be completely different babies but I’ll have a more than rough idea what the hell I’m doing! 

I’m going to stop now with the cold hearted logic of a second child and bring us all to the love of a second child. Without the logic of a second child, I don’t think I’d be able to relax and enjoy a second child. If we weren’t in a position to have another and the timing was all wrong I’d be nervous for their arrival but due to the logic in our decision I’m nothing but excited! I’m prepared and have so many up-sides to the age gap that I’m feeling ready to power through and smash it! 

I can not wait to have another child. I have never been so obsessed with anyone or anything in my life than I am with Oscar and I have no fears of that love changing for Oscar when another comes along as I’m so confident it will only grow. 

It may sound like I’ve hated the baby years and can’t wait to get them over and done with but that’s coming from me as a selfish adults point of view, wanting to be human again. But me as a Mum, wow I can’t wait for so much. The exciting first moments all over again, weaning and the mess of baby led weaning. The cute outfits and little squeaks and noises newborns make. The feeling when it all starts to get better and your routine settles and you have the glimmer of hope that everything’s working out and you’re doing a good job.

Being a family. A big, happy, crazy family. My friend said to me the other day- you’ve got it all. The mum and dad, older boy, younger girl and the perfect little Labrador. And I thought God- I think she’s right! This is everything I’ve ever dreamt of and I’ve got it all by the time I’m 25. How rare is that? How lucky am I? Yes it will be difficult sometimes (stay tuned for a post listing the bits I’m bricking it about!!) but so, so rewarding.


Hello readers, its been 6 months! What’s new I hear you ask, well, I’m 7 months pregnant! Kept that one quiet didn’t I! Actually, I didn’t - trying to keep your second pregnancy a secret for the first 12 weeks is near impossible. I’m pregnant became my word vomit, along with actual vomit. Five long months of vomit. Morning sickness - you bitch. 

I’m over the moon to share with you that we’re having a little girl (I’ve had it triple checked) and believe it or not she is due on exactly Oscar’s second birthday. For what could be a week, a day, an hour, I will have two under two. And then once that’s over I assume the sympathy stops and you have to get on with just like any Tom, Dick and Harry with two kids.

Before you ask, NO we didn’t plan for the baby to be due on Oscar’s birthday (oh, and the week before Christmas - what on earth were we thinking) it just so happened that we felt we were ready and fell pregnant on the second month of trying which coincidentally meant a baby due around the end of December. I’ve had more than a handful of people make jokes about what happens 9 months before December 19th that we keep ‘celebrating’ and making babies on - but if you remember rightly, Oscar was due on the 22nd of January he just came early, so no, March 19th isn’t an annual thing for us (Oh crap - Luke’s birthday is the 12th… maybe it is) 

It took a lot of umm-ing and arr-ing about an age gap and deciding to have a second. I will look to blame my three friends with small age gaps for persuading me into it if it all goes to pot. I knew I wanted two kids, two for me is the perfect number. I was in a position to have a second maternity leave (in fact, for a wedding make-up artist, winter couldn’t be a more perfect time to have another maternity leave), our house was already littered with multi-coloured, annoying toys and nappies left right and centre and I’d stopped breastfeeding and lost the baby weight and felt like why not go again, better now when I’m young and can evidently get back to the old me. We had survived the first year and hey - they say if you can survive that you can survive anything. Even shark attacks.

I had a few brutally honest comments saying I was mad and not to do it (I mean really, who gets involved in someone else’s decision to have children) and honestly it just spurred me on more to prove them wrong. Just kidding - it installed total fear and anxiety. But hey - I love being a Mum, I’ve never felt more meant to do anything in my life, nothing else I’ve put my hand to has come as naturally as motherhood. I’m so lucky to have enough family around me that are happy and able to help us with childcare and we’re even luckier to be finically ready for two children (well kind of, we just kept everything from Oscar’s first year so we just need nappies for this whipper snapper - that counts right?)

So here we are, 7 months deep. It’s taken a long ass time to feel human again and this pregnancy has honestly put me off having any more children. Having to look after a toddler part/full time and be heavily pregnant is tough, and getting tougher everyday not to mention. I cannot imagine being pregnant again only to have TWO children to look after. The sickness was a bitch and this time I was greeted by mine and several others fair share of migraines. I would seriously rather be glued to a toilet than have a migraine - atleast if one or both of your ends is exploding you still have time to check Facebook. With a migraine you just want to curl up into a ball and wither away into the darkness as quickly as possible.

This pregnancy is going so quickly, life is flashing by and within no time she will be here. We have a mere few months until Christmas so why not cram some posts in before life gets that much more chaotic? This blog will be a place for someone considering two children to find tips, truths and my honest experience. Or someone without kids to read while they sip their chilled Pinot Grigio after a relaxing day of wiping only their own butt - relishing in the glory that is ‘life before kids.’ You smug bastards!