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Advice from the heart #10 27 Oct 2015

linky, linkup, advice, fromtheheartWelcome to Advice from the Heart, Take II!

When the Moderate Mum and I first created the link-up we envisioned something that regular, non-blogging mums could use as a resource for all their parenting questions and needs. But it turns out that link-ups are really a blogger thing. Regular readers don’t get them. I imagine they read the post and then wonder about all those rules and the odd little image at the bottom. Which is a shame, because we’ve had some awesome contributions!

So Advice from the Heart is relaunching with a new format! Instead of writing a post, we will publish a round-up of our favourite contributions from the previous edition. Hopefully this will make it easier for our readers to enjoy all the great posts we get. The linky will also open every second Tuesday but remain open for eight days (so you can link up the following Tuesday, should you forget).

Here are my favourites from the last episode (and be sure to head over to The Moderate Mum to check out hers!)

Why you should NEVER feel guilty about brexting Because we need to make breastfeeding more complicated, right?

9 things to consider when choosing a nursery Luckily not on my to-do-list but a great list for anyone facing this hurdle

Dear New Parents, your child will crush you And she doesn’t mean metaphorically…

7 tips for teaching gratitude at Christmas Because there’s no time like the present!

I included a post about Getting out of the house with a newborn baby and the Moderate Mum weighed in with Tips for choosing the name of your child.

If you’re a reader you can stop here….if you’re a blgoger and feel like joining the conversation here are the rules for linking up:

  • You can link up to two posts, as long as they offer advice or learning experiences for fellow parents. 
  • Please take some time to check out other posts, there’s a lot to be learnt! Do leave a comment for the person linking before you and more if you wish! Use #fromtheheart in your comments so they know where you found them.
  • Please add the #fromtheheart badge to the bottom of your linked post and tweet @JulieGDutra and @moderatemum to let us know you’ve joined and have your link RT’d.
  • The linky will close next Tuesday at 11:45 pm!

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Reading for happy mamas #4 – 24 Oct 2015

Happy weekend! I have discovered the secret to happiness. Seriously. And you’re going to think I’m nuts. For the last week I’ve been waking up at 5 am and it has been AMAZING! Just being able to make a cup of tea and breakfast alone changes my outlook on the whole day and, bizarrely, gives me more energy…

Here are my favourite links from the week.

Advice from the heart:

No links this week as we’re relaunching next Tuesday with a new format! Watch this space…

Parenting stuff:

The least interesting, least controversial post you’ll read about that NYT article I don’t always agree with the Fearless Formula Feeder’s take on things, but this time she hits the ball out of the park.

All curriculum needs more images and less text Because apparently our toddlers are going to use YouTube instead of Google

Islamic and Cultural Practices in Breastfeeding Need I say more?

Random stuff:

Life is different for people who think in metaphors Really really nerdy article about how being metaphorical changes your outlook on life.

Marty McFly and Doc Brown live at Jimmy Kimmel Because I can’t not include this little piece of awesomeness.

Blog of the week:

I won’t wear sludge brown I’d call this the fashion and style blog for the fashion and style-shy. Donna is wonderfully normal, dresses ridiculously well and has really sensible tips for all ages, shapes and sizes. I also love that she is NOT a 20-something from New York trying to convince me to try a lace corset for Sunday brunch with my mum.



What was your favourite read of the week? Please share in the comments!

More of the same: Reading for happy mamas #1, Reading for happy mamas #2Reading for happy mamas #3


Confession: I don’t ask my toddler to share

Who knew playground etiquette would be so complex. Do you let your kid climb the slide? Are adults allowed on the swings? Will the other mothers ever forgive me for letting my son jump in a puddle (in bare feet on top of it)? I have probably committed every playground faux pax in the book but my chief sin must be that I never ask my son to share.

Let me explain.

I was lucky enough to get pregnant after all of my close friends, which gave me plenty of time to watch them and their toddlers in action. We’d often meet for joint adult/toddler playdates and it would usually go like this: parents and kids arrive; parents reach for coffee/wine, kids rush to the toys; host kid gets upset and attempts to gather ALL toys up before the guests can touch them; parents pour more coffee/wine and the battle ensues: “Let’s all SHARE.” “Why don’t we try and SHARE this toy” “Let’s all play TOGETHER”. It was a pretty one-sided battle as the toddlers expertly tuned out their parents cries and continued to wage war over who got to hold the pink piggy. But the parents afternoon was ruined because instead of enjoying adult conversation they were firing off the word “SHARE” at 1-minute intervals and looking apologetic when their angel steadily refused to comply.

I commend my friends for their efforts. I was exhausted from just watching. I don’t know how they kept up the constant vigilance. You could see their eyes darting around the room, anxiously looking for the next sharing infraction. And worst of all, it didn’t seem to work. Never once have I seen a toddler turn around ago “Ah yes mummy, you are so right, I will share this Polly Pocket with my friend and in return she will let me ride her bicycle”. I pretty much decided then and there that I would not ask my future children to share. At the very least, by NOT asking my kids to share, I would get to enjoy my coffee/wine in peace.

The next step was finding something to back up this loopy idea and ensure I wouldn’t be raising the next sociopath. Turns out there’s a whole parenting school called the educaring approach (and yes, that word makes me feel woozy too). The basic tenet is that you need to give kids freedom to work out their own social interactions. You can observe and comment on what your kid is doing “You just grabbed Mr. Monkey out of Billy’s hand and he looks very upset” but you don’t interfere unless actual physical harm is about to ensue. Kids learn about sharing and taking turns not by you telling them, but via feedback from their peers: the kid who lashes out and grabs all his own toys may learn pretty quickly that no one wants to play with him.

So far so good, in theory. And then I suddenly have a toddler on my hands! He is fun-loving, boisterous and kind but also rather large and quite stubborn. His signature move is tugging on toys so hard his playmates topple over. By the time I’ve commented that “Andrea looks sad” he’s already off on his next adventure. Despite my best intentions I find myself whispering “Share!” under my breath only to let off some steam. But I think we’re doing okay. He and his friends seem to be working out their little battles on their own. Quite often I’ve seen the other kid stomp off after he’s grabbed their toy off him – I believe in time he will realise that he might want to try a more subtle approach if he wants to keep his playmate.

To be honest, the biggest problem are the other parents at the playground. I can feel their steely eyes boring into the back of my head. “Why isn’t she telling her kid to share!” “He just grabbed a toy off my little princess and she didn’t say anything!” “And now he’s climbing UP the slide to boot!” To make it worse, Portuguese parents as a whole seem to be pretty intense on the sharing front: I have frequently seen an older kid being told to give a toy to my baby, just because he is smaller. It all makes me wonder how often parents succumb to the “SHARE” bug simply out of peer pressure: my child might not be sharing but at least I’m doing something about it! It’s quite hard to sit on your hands and shut your mouth when you’re precious cherub whips a toy out of a tearful toddler’s hand.

I end up feeling like I should apologise all the time, which is ridiculous (but also very British – thanks mum). As long as there is no physical harm or bullying going on, I’m allowed to parent my child as I see fit. If the hands off approach doesn’t appear to be working in the future, I can always change my tactics. At the moment it doesn’t seem necessary: although I have never seen baby boy share a toy he will willingly dole out the rest of his cookie to any takers. We seem to be on the right track. My main goal is to stop feeling apologetic. Because I’d hate for my son to learn that he needs to apologise for his choices – the way I see it that would be worse than never learning to share.

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How do you feel about sharing? Do you actively encourage it? Do you find yourself apologising profusely for your rambunctious toddler? I’d love to hear from you!

More confessions: I suck at baby signing, We don’t have any electronic toysWe don’t have a schedule

This time last year: Diaper-free doesn’t really mean diaper-free

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New dads on the block: Ben from “Hello, my name is dad”

I am so excited to present the first interview series on happy mama happy baby! New Dads on the Block is the place for dads to talk about their experience, thoughts and feelings concerning the first few months of their babies’ lives. I firmly believe that behind every happy mama and baby is a happy, supportive dad. The first few months are especially surreal and with so much focus on mum and baby it is easy to overlook the contribution dads make (and the stress they themselves are under). 

IMG_7651First up is Ben, who blogs over at Hello, my name is dad. I have no idea how that guy finds time to blog and answer my interview questions, because he literally became a new dad a few weeks ago! But I’d rather let him do all the talking…

Where and how do you live? How many children do you have and what age are they?

I live in Toronto, Ontario, Canada with my partner, Becca, our newborn daughter, Charlee, and our dog, Party. Charlee was born on September 17, which means that this Thursday she will be celebrating 4 weeks with us. We live about a 15 minute drive outside of the downtown core of Toronto. We own a house and are both employed, albeit, both on parental leave.

How soon did you (and/or your partner) go back to work when your children were born? How did you handle childcare during the first year?

Becca is on maternity leave from her job as an eco-friendly retail store manager. She’ll be off for the next year, maybe 18 months, but may also return back to work part time. I work for the provincial government in healthcare/information technology. I’m also taking time off for parental leave. In Ontario, we get 35 weeks parental leave between Becca and I, and our provincial employee insurance covers a large amount of my income for these weeks. My employer fortunately tops up my pay for 15 weeks leave, so I’ll be taking that in conjunction with Becca’s maternity leave. So, continued from above, after my parental leave finishes in 15 weeks, I’ll be returning to work full time while Becca is at home with Charlee. We can survive on the one income with having Becca take care of Charlee at home.

What are your happiest memories from the newborn phase?

To date, I would have to say that my happiest memories include the moment that Charlee was born and I got to hold her. The moment that we got to take her out of intensive care and bring her home is a close second, followed only by all the different interactions we’ve had a chance to have with family and friends for introductions. Some of the most engaging times I’ve had with Charlee is based off some of the material we’ve read, giving me the ability to calm down Charlee when she cries, and also understand what she’s crying for (care of the Dunstan Baby Language)

What are your top tips for keeping mum and baby happy over the first few months?

I’m going to reference my blog – perfect post for this question 🙂

What was the toughest thing about the newborn phase?

I would say the toughest part has been integrating the dog into our lifestyle, but only because I think we assumed he would just transition as easily as people do. The dog was used to a routine that has dramatically changed, and while before it could be the two of us taking him for walks, or disciplining him when he was acting out, now with the baby, we find it difficult to handle him the same way.
Our solution has been to take a step back and realize that these things don’t happen overnight. We are starting to slowly get him into a ‘new’ routine which involves scheduled walks, and acting differently in the house.

Taking care of two other people can be draining. What did you do to keep yourself happy during the first few months?

So far, I’ve been keeping happy by keeping in strong communication with Becca, and not letting anything fester up. We’re also always getting out for walks and keeping active, eating well, and having tons of play time with Charlee, together.

Any advice do you have for other soon-to-be fathers?

Check out my blog and follow my journey – my entry on 10 tidbits of wisdom about fatherhood is the first of my findings – much much more to come!!

PS: If you were looking for our linky, we’re taking a week off and will be back with an exciting new format on the 27th! Watch this space!


Reading for happy mamas #3 – 17 Oct 2015

Happy weekend! Have I mentioned that it’s my birthday weekend?!?! And yes, I’m as excited as a toddler. I love my birthday, especially now that I’m 21! (I know, awful joke). It’s been a busy week, but I still found time to read a couple of fun things online…

Advice from the heart:

Amazing post from Confessions of a Crummy Mummy on Why you should never feel guilty about Brexting. I didn’t even know it was a thing, but I’m happy to say I’ve always been a proud brexter! (Have a look at the comments on that post, some of those are awesome as well)

Parenting stuff:

Supporting young athletes Super short, super succinct post on how to put the play back into sports for kids.

Bedsharing and formula feeding How and whether to cosleep without breastfeeding. Unfortunately the short version is “we need more research”.

The forest school revolution I want one of these….

Random stuff:

Why “mom” and “dad” sound so similar in so many languages For all the linguistic geeks out there (discovered courtesy of my lovely friend Brynn in Brazil)

Blog of the week:

The Moderate Mum Not only is she my linky partner in crime, she has just written the most awesome post on parenting a child with special needs. Go click around on her site, her parenting advice is honest, to the point and hilarious to boot.



What was your favourite read of the week? Please share in the comments!

More of the same: Reading for happy mamas #1 – 29 Jan 2014Reading for happy mamas #2 – 10 Oct 2015

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How to be a happy mama

I spend quite a bit of time thinking about motherhood and happiness.

Popular opinion would suggest that the two don’t mix. When you’re pregnant everyone, from your neighbour to the daily newspaper, will warn you that the happy times are over, that, although adorable, your new baby will ruin your sleep, your body and your relationship. There’s even research to show that mothers are generally more miserable than their childless counterparts, parents are more likely to divorce and you’re happier around strangers than your children.

Well, I decided pretty early on in my pregnancy that I would attempt to beat the odds. Since natural selection (or God – take your pick) has favoured giving birth and raising children as the way to propagate our species, I refuse to accept that it needs to be a miserable endeavour. Or rather, since I’m going to be a mum anyway, I might as well enjoy it.

So far it’s gone pretty well. Yes, there’s been ups and downs, but generally this mama has been happy. The odds have been beaten.

And then the swimming debacle happened on top of two weeks of living out of a suitcase in Brazil and multiple allergies, colds and coughs hitting the whole family. Ever since then things have just felt slightly off, just a bit less happy than I’m used to. It wasn’t fun. “Maybe they are right”, I thought. Maybe happiness and parenting really don’t mix and all I’d experienced so far was just an anomaly, a happy blip in a lifetime of parenting misery.

Before giving up for good I did what any 21st century mama with a reading addiction would do: I searched my kindle for books on happiness and parenting.

Oh boy was I surprised by the results. There are books on raising happy children, happy toddlers and happy babies. In fact there are books on happiness and everything. Except for parenting. There are no books on happy mothers or fathers. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Not even one of those 99 cent e-books of dubious authorship.

No wonder we’re all generally a miserable lot! Here we are in the nuclear family, stripped of the support structure of tribal living, with a bookshelf full of experts telling us how to make our children into marathon sleepers, maths geniuses, the next Mozart or worse, stressed to the hilt with existential angst regarding our status as SAHM or career woman, guilty as hell because our children are NOT Mozart and we are NOT spending our baby’s naptime doing a striptease for our husbands and yet (and YET!) it seems NOBODY has giving a moments thought on to how to make us feel better about it all.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to go all American self-help guru on you. I am way to acerbic for inspirational quotes or motivational messages. Instead, I’d love to start a conversation about what we can do to make ourselves happier as parents. Some might say I’m being selfish, that I should be focusing on my baby first and foremost. Well, they also tell us to lead by example. I reckon that if we want to have any chance of our children leading happy lives,  we should probably start with ourselves.

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Now it’s time for the big questions! How do you feel about happiness and parenting? Do you think there’s anything that you could to make yourself happier or is it just a matter of sitting out the rough patches?

More of the same: A happy mama in a happy bodyThe birth of happy mama = happy baby

This time last year: What diaper-free really means

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Advice from the heart #9 – 13/10/2015

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I firmly believe that everybody has a parenting sweet spot. For some it’s the teenage years – these parents are just gifted at defusing tense situations and know how to tactfully guide hormone-riddled adolescents to the safe haven of adulthood. Others love the primary school years (learning to read!). Some live for toddlers (so cute!).

Well, my parenting sweet spot lies firmly in the newborn phase.

Shocking, I know! Aren’t mothers of newborns supposed to be quivering anxious wrecks, bordering on post-natal depression with dripping, bleeding nipples, bags under their eyes and unwashed hair?

Well, except for the bleeding nipples and unwashed hair my first year with baby boy was bliss. I loved it. Although it was difficult at times, it was also delightfully simple. It was so very very clear what my baby needed even if it was sometimes difficult to give: basically, he wanted to be fed, changed and held close to me or my husband. That was it.

Now I suddenly have a toddler on my hands. And I’m terrified. His needs and wants definitely no longer coincide. His second spoken word is “Nah” and yes, it means No. He has an opinion and a strong little personality.

I’m loving all the interaction but am appalled at the sudden complexity to our relationship. Sometimes he needs mummy desperately. Then he sends me away. Did I do something wrong or is he learning independence? When everything is “Nah”, I wonder if I say No too much. Or maybe not enough. Is he not eating because he’s upset or because he’s having fun exercising his willpower?

You see where I’m coming from when I said newborns were simple?

All in all, I guess we’re muddling through okay but if anyone has any advice for this phase, please (please please) link up below. Since my forte seem to be the generally unpopular stages of childhood, I’m hoping my sweet spot will come around again and the terrible twos will be a doddle. You can’t help but hope, right?

If you feel like joining the conversation here are the rules for linking up:
  • You can link up to two posts a week, as long as they offer advice or learning experiences for fellow parents. 
  • Please take some time to check out other posts, there’s a lot to be learnt! Do leave a comment for the person linking before you and more if you wish! Use #fromtheheart in your comments so they know where you found them.
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Reading for happy mamas #2 – 10 Oct 2015

Happy weekend! Compared to last week (see exhibit A) this week has been pretty great. The highlight was tagging along with a local walking group. We were the only mum+baby pair so I was worried about keeping the group back but everyone was so welcoming. Baby boy loved all the dogs that joined our walk and I loved being outside.

Here are my favourite links from the week…

Advice from the heart:

Tough choosing a favourite this week! If pressed, I guess it was the sensory play date fail. A must-read for any mum who hates Pinterest and crafts…

Parenting stuff:

Worried about how much your baby sleeps? New research shows that sleep duration does NOT affect childhood outcomes like obesity, mental health etc. Who knew our children were individuals with different sleep needs, right?!

Toddlers have an instinct for fairness and generosity So they’re not little monsters after all, as long as the toy in question is communal rather than MINE!

Little events, big moments Beautiful post about family rituals when you have no religion to fall back on

Random stuff:

30 things you can do at the playground How to have more fun at the playground than your kid AND get some natural movement to boot (although people round here would probably stare if I tried to climb up the slide…)

Blog of the week:

Puredoxyk’s Transcendental Logic The coolest person I follow. Seriously. She has devised her own nap-based minimal sleep schedule, knows martial arts, plays underwater hockey and is a philosopher by training. Plus, she puts Terry Pratchett references in her posts…



What was your favourite read of the week? Please share in the comments!

More of the same: Reading for happy mamas #1 – 29 Jan 2014 


Getting out of the house with a newborn

Am I the only one who thinks the term “babymoon” is a terrible choice? Comparing the first few weeks after your baby is born to newlyweds on holiday seems just slightly bizarre. Unless cracked nipples and staying awake for 18 hours straight are now the things to do on your honeymoon.

Of course I get it – the idea is that you spend your honeymoon wrapped up in your new spouse and your babymoon wrapped up in your baby. Which is great in theory. I’m all for mothers having the time and support to bond with their babies at their own pace. What I don’t agree with is when this turns into a prescription for mothers to stay at home with their babies, shunning social contact and outdoor events or else.

As usual it depends on what kind of person you are. I have a friend who said she hardly left the house for the first six months of her baby’s life and loved every second of it. Then there’s me. My baby boy was four days old when he went for his first walk on the beach, a week later I took him for lunch at a restaurant and by the first month mark I was driving alone with him to meet friends for coffee.

I’m going to make a wild guess that many, if not most of us new mothers do enjoy a measured bit of social activity in the weeks after our babies arrive. But getting out of the house can seem like an insurmountable obstacle. How will you drive without your husband in the car? What if your baby cries? Or poops? What if you get stuck in traffic? Are 17 fresh nappies going to be enough for a 2-hour lunch?

The answer is yes. Essentially all your baby needs is you. If you plan ahead and take a deep breath getting out of the house alone with a newborn is doable and often even fun. This is how it’s done:

Pick your location wisely. Keywords are close, quiet and child-friendly. Pick the friendly next-door cafe around the corner over the chique French bistro halfway across town. Aim for a drive under 15 minutes or, even better, walk there. Carry your baby –  this will keep him calm in a new environment and prevent you from taking too many supplies with you (see below)

Make the most of your car. If you can’t walk, use your car for storage space. Lugging 17 nappies around with you in your bag is a bore, stashing them in the car with some extra clothes, blankets and milk is easy.

Put the baby in the front seat. Of course this depends on the make of your car and car seat as well as local regulations. I had a rear-facing seat in a car without airbags so baby boy travelled next to me. Since he had screaming fits on nearly every journey being able to reach over and touch him made me feel a lot calmer. If putting baby in front isn’t an option, invest in a good mirror that allows you to see each other.

Pack your nappy bag lightly. Then remove half. You will overpack on those first outings. It’s natural. You’ve never been out with the baby before and will probably come prepared for multiple pees and poops, torrential rain, drought and snowstorms. Trust me, you won’t need any of this. I’d suggest a couple of nappies, a fresh onesie, wetwipes and some sort of cloth to lie the baby down on. Worst case scenario I knew I had back-up in the car. Worst worst case scenario I could always drive home in 20 min with a naked baby covered in a blanket.

Make sure there’s company. I loved taking my baby for a coffee with my friends. When he was tiny we would chat away as he slept in my arms. Having my friends there was super important in the beginning as it shielded me from any (real or imaginary) critical looks from other people. Ensure you’re meeting up with someone who’s supportive and baby-friendly. Perhaps not your hypercritical mother-in-law or your single friend who wants to drink shots at 10 am.

Give yourself confidence. No, I’m not talking a shot of whisky. If you feel you absolutely cannot leave the house without a suitcase, carryall and diaper bag, then so be it. Getting yourself out of the house with the baby is only the first step. Do whatever it takes, even if it means ignoring everything I’ve written so far. The first time is the hardest but things will get easier and you’ll be able to work out your own streamlined out-and-about kit.http://www.happymamahappybaby.net

When was the first time you left the house with your newborn baby?

What are your essentials for getting out of the house?

This time last year: Move your DNA with a baby


On listening to your gut (or why we quit baby swimming classes)

Last week baby boy started infant swimming classes. I was so excited. I’d literally planned going to these lessons since before he was born. I hassled the instructor to offer lessons in our area. I simply love the idea that tiny babies can learn to swim.

Lessons started on Wednesday. The location was beautiful and the instructor was lovely but by Friday evening I’d decided never to take baby boy back.

Warning bells had sounded in my head when we got the class materials. Until then it had completely slipped by me that baby boy would be in the water alone with the instructor. We’ve been to swimming pools before and although baby boy loves the water he does not like being held by strangers. On firm ground he’s happy to go up to people he’s never seen before but in the water it has to be my husband or me.

But I was on a roll. My boy was going to learn to SWIM! It would be AWESOME! MAGICAL! He would totally take to the completely unknown swim instructor and laugh through the whole lesson…

Of course not. Baby boy was desolate in the water. He cried the entire first lesson, reaching out towards me and my husband on the edge of the pool. For the first time in his life, I steeled myself against his cries.I smiled and shouted encouragement. I told myself and my husband that it would get better, that baby boy was okay, that he could see I was there. The next two days he cried less but he seemed shell-shocked by the time he came out of the water. He’d sit on my lap, arms and legs wrapped around me and just look, too confused even to nurse.

Friday evening I finally had a moment to think. I googled other people’s experience with infant swimming. I looked at YouTube videos. I saw that crying was considered normal in infant swimming classes. That it was considered a form of “communication” but that it didn’t harm the child.

And suddenly it hit me. Letting my son cry throughout his swimming lessons was going against everything I believed in as a parent. He was very clearly telling me that he was not okay. He wasn’t making a fuss, or having a tantrum. He was scared and I was basically just telling him to tough it out.

Although we cancelled swim lessons then and there, I felt terrible. My husband had been wary from the start but I’d let my enthusiasm sweep me away. How did I let this happen? How did I stop listening to my baby boy?

The answer is that, just for a moment, I decided to believe the swim instructor instead of my own gut. I bowed down to her authority, her supposed experience with hundreds of children, her training. For a second, I let myself believe that a stranger knew more about handling my son than myself.

Fortunately my gut is stubborn and wouldn’t let up. After three days I finally came to my senses.

We’re still dealing with the after effects of those lessons. Baby boy is nervous, my confidence has been shaken. It’s back to the drawing board with lots of cuddling, lots of carrying and lots of milk. I’m trying to find the silver lining to this experience but, honestly, I’d give anything to go back to that first moment in the pool when he started crying and whip him out of the instructor’s arms.

In the meantime, this is going up on the fridge door:

Always listen to your gut. If it’s whispering, turn up the volume.

Don’t trust the experts. They know the facts – they don’t know your baby.

It’s never to late to admit you made a mistake.


Do you find it easy to listen to your gut? How do you tune into your inner voice as a parent? I love this article on the subject of gut vs experts from StolenSleep.com.

This time last year: Move your DNA with a baby

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