What if we started approaching life, the same way we approach birth? Well in essence I suppose we do. It's a long, painful, difficult whirlwind of experiences we have to endure to reach our ultimate goal, whatever that is, right? But wait, maybe I mean- what if we reimagined life the same way we've reimagined … Continue reading Hypnobirthing my way through mama hood.
These are my tiger stripes. I got them for being totally fierce and cooking up freaking human boy. We love them. Once a baby has arrived, it's easy to forget the journey we went through to make them, grown them and birth them! The baby makes you forget the birth, the birth makes you forget … Continue reading These are my tiger stripes.
So I used to consider my knowledge of breastfeeding to be somewhat advanced on the scale of clueless to haventthefoggiest. I've written essays on the subject, taken exams in 'how to do it' and demonstrated to countless women how simple it is.. (it's pretty damn easy when you're feeding a plastic, unmoving baby doll, on … Continue reading Things they don’t tell you about breastfeeding.
Ok, sure, he's not actually called Oatcake. That's just an affectionate nickname, that will probably stick and is already morphing into a host of cake based variations sure to embarrass him through his teens. He's Otis, officially, though still not registered, so we could technically still change our minds and go with Thor or Legend … Continue reading Naming Oatcake
Almost 3 weeks since Otis saw the outside world for the very first time and my memories of how it all happened are fast slipping away! Mother Nature is very cunning! So this is how she tricks us all into doing it again.. Time to write it down before my mind loses it completely! I … Continue reading Welcome to the world little one.
Oatcake Adventures 