Charlie: Unzips my onesie and points at my boob. “Look mum, it’s your elbow!”
Me: In stunned silence, mouth hanging slightly open for a moment. “Babe…2 things. 1- You must never, ever unzip someones top like this under any circumstances. (When he hits puberty we can discuss consent and other cringe-worthy topics in more depth, bleuh). 2- This is not an elbow…this is a boob.” Then showed him his elbow.
Charlie: “I like your boo” with the biggest cutest smile on his face.
Me: Zips back up onesie, aware that he has no idea what I was just talking about. “Should…should we go make some breakfast?”
Charlie: “Sounds plan Stan”
Me: Grrrrreat… Because what even…just happened…What do I…
I'm a vet who became a mom with a life that twists and turns - as everyone's does.
Since I graduated, nothing in my life has gone as planned and I certainly did not have a fairytale well...anything really. Pregnancy, labour, it was all traumatic and you know what...it's okay. Because we do what women always do and we get on with it. With each other's support.
This blog is a platform for sharing stories, lessons and honest feelings about motherhood/work/relationships etc because it's not easy and writing about it can be so therapeutic! I hope to encourage people to be open about their hardships/successes so that we can support each other through thick and thin <3
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