Coffee & Cupcakes

Well, the day most mums long for all year has arrived! A hoped day of rest and relaxation, a day where your kids, your husband, boyfriend, anyone would take on the chores you the other 364 days of the year are expected to do. I remember Mother's Day as the day I went into labour 3 years ago, with my daughter, though she didn't arrive for a further 2 days! I will share the story closer to her birthday. For many however, today is not a happy day, it is a reminder that they are not yet mother's to their own children or those who are suffering with the news that they might never be able to carry and deliever their own child. So I do not want to spend this blog relishing in my own motherhood, I do that enough in this blog, but rather to thank and share with you my admiration for my own Mum. My mum is truly amazing, at the ages of fifty....something (i won't give to much away), she is just about to complete a degree in Theology and take on a new role as a Church of

I have been meaning to write this post for some time but other things have been getting in the way, but tonight at this unearthly hour, when I should be asleep, my brain is wide awake so here I am. I dedicate this blog to 6 amazing women, who have over the past 3 years become an intricate part of my world. Let's travel back in time, I arrived with my eldest child, just 6 weeks old, to my local Children & Family centre. I was still slightly in shock at the new role I had just taken on, completely sleep deprived and ridiculous nervous, with no idea was I was actually attending... What exactly is an "early parenting course"... I walked into a room where a number of other mums were sitting, chatting laughing and quietly made my way over to the corner, very grateful that 2 other mums had made this their first week. After getting over the "Kezzia, what an unusual name" phrase, I allowed myself to relax a little. What I wasn't prepared for was that some of

Seeing as once again the subject, perhaps better termed, debate of breast feeding and bottle feeding is back in the news, I thought I would share my story. Growing up many of us ladies are painted this beautiful picture of breastfeeding, the most natural of all things. Babies are born and handed to the "glowing" mum and effortlessly begin feeding. Unfortunately for many of us this is not the reality of the situation. I had always imgined I would breast feed, I think most of us do. However during my preganacy on a routine visit to the doctor, she explained I had quite a severe pro-lactine deficiency. For those of you who don't know, pro-lactine is the hormone which instructions your body to produce breast milk. I was lacking, quite dramatically lacking in this. The doctor told me I needed to preapre myself for the possibility of not being able to breastfeed my child. You would think I would of preapred myself by getting some bottles, formula or at least researching what

My daughter's 3rd birthday is fast approaching and although it is a day of such excitement and fun, the days before have in the past 2 years become quite hard. For those of you faithful readers , you know that Josh and I have miscarried 3 of our precious children. However, what I have not mentioned in my previous blogs was that the baby of our third miscarriage had a due date of April 5th, Kezzia's birthday! The other two we lost would have been born in February. It is therefore hard to begin each year and start the birthday process without remembering that there are many birthday's in our house that will not be celebrated as we once wished. I treasure the two children I have the privilege of raising here on earth, but I do often wonder about those I did not get to meet. A dear friend of mine, recently sent me the link to another blog, where a woman shares about her wonderings about her own miscarried child. The blog was amazing and she has written it better than I ever c