Ahhh, beliefs and expectations. They make us who we are. They are so important. But did you know that you have the power to explore and shift these expectations and beliefs when they no longer serve you?
The Postnatal Project is 3 years old!
My first daughter was born in June of 2015. The Postnatal Project was born in January 2016.
When I think about the beginning of The Postnatal Project, it surprises me that I wasted no time in creating this space when I was in the midst of being so, so unwell. Mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually... I was the lowest I'd ever felt.
Ah, Christmas. Here are my top tips for surviving Christmas as a mama with a big heart.
This blog is about having children at a young age. It might come as a shock to some but I am 25 years old at the time of writing this. I was 22 when I gave birth to Cadence and turned 25 the same month I gave birth to Asher. I hope you enjoy
Welcome to the September edition of The Postnatal Project Q&A. Here, I answer two questions a month related to parenting, sleep, breastfeeding, postnatal depression and everything in between. If you'd like your question answered, get in touch via the contact page.
Just a reminder that this post does not replace medical advice.
Try as you might, having 20 minutes to yourself to listen to a meditation track or practice some breathing exercises can feel near impossible. And even if you're lucky enough to have this golden 20 minutes, if you're anything like me, you can get into a trap of thinking that there are "better, more important things to do" or you sit and engage in mindlessness such as scrolling through social media.
I've outlined some techniques that have helped me in the past. I have found that the more I practice these simple ways to incorporate mindfulness and meditation, the easier it is to attend a yoga class or listen to a full meditation because my mindset is already positive about it and I'm already enjoying the practice and reaping the benefits.
There is a part of me that doesn't fully comprehend just how unwell I was. I look at the person I am now and don't think that I have changed, progressed, recovered at all. But I have.
When you're a mum, you will come to know that a 16GB iPhone just isn't big enough - I don't even have any music stored on it - just photos of Cadence. I've had to buy a separate hard drive dedicated to silly selfies and celebrating milestones. But I came across a poem that I wrote in the notes section of my phone dated November 11 2015 - about the time that I requested a referral to the mother and baby unit. My heart aches to read it.