THE DAY I BECAME THE MOTHER I NEVER WANTED TO BE
How I Became The Mother I NEVER Wanted To Be (and how I’ve learned to embrace her). “I’m...
Read MorePosted by Ainsley | Mar 24, 2018 | 0-3 Months, 1 Year-2 Years, 3-6 Months, 6-12 Months, Baby, Featured, Parents, Pregnancy
How I Became The Mother I NEVER Wanted To Be (and how I’ve learned to embrace her). “I’m...
Read MorePosted by Ainsley | Mar 13, 2018 | 0-3 Months, 1 Year-2 Years, 2 Years to 3 Years, 3 Years to 5 Years, 3-6 Months, 6-12 Months, Baby, Daily Tips, Featured, Parents, Pregnancy
What Is The Truth About Motherhood? What is the truth about Motherhood? Breastfeed your baby to...
Read MorePosted by Ainsley | Feb 14, 2018 | 0-3 Months, 3-6 Months, 6-12 Months, Baby, Featured, Parents, Pregnancy
My post partum body image: Well shit. My shorts I bought during my postpartum months last summer...
Read MorePosted by Ainsley | Aug 29, 2017 | 0-3 Months, 1 Year-2 Years, 3-6 Months, 6-12 Months, Baby, Blog, Featured, Parents, Pregnancy
So maybe I was. Depression is a nearly impenetrable cloud, and in those days of darkness, I was left in its shadow. It was like the sunlight was trying to cut its way past the murky water to the sea floor; I was always left with dim light, trying to find my way through each day. Each monotonous day with a baby. Over. And Over. Again. It didn’t feel like I expected. I couldn’t seem to pull myself to the surface for fresh air. I felt like I stagnated at about 50-60% of myself. I never could grasp the last missing pieces to feel like myself again. I was anxious. I had bouts of anxiety for no reason, and when I did have a reason, the anxiety was like a vice around my chest, restricting my oxygen.
Read MorePosted by Ainsley | Aug 28, 2017 | 0-3 Months, 1 Year-2 Years, 2 Years to 3 Years, 3 Years to 5 Years, 3-6 Months, 5 years plus, 6-12 Months, Baby, Blog, Daily Tips, Featured, Parents, Pregnancy
My head is just pounding. My hormones are going insane after finishing breastfeeding. I’m completely exhausted. I’ve been going to bed before 9 pm the last few nights because I can’t keep my eyes open. T is napping right now. My body is screaming for sleep. But instead of sleeping, I started a load of wash, made coffee, and sat down to write. I like to think that it’s dedication, but really it’s because I’m an idiot. It’s because of all the Should Be’s in my life.
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