Seven Months Already!

Who’d have known that one tiny human could learn SO MUCH in one mere month! Noah has hit SO many milestones this month and has learnt so many new things! I don’t even know where to start with everything that has happened with my little baby this past month so, just like last months blog post, I’m going to do this in a list form!


  1. He is saying some words! His first word was “dada” typically. Which then became “dad” and “daddy”. Then he went onto “mumma”, “mum” and “mama”! And now he’s also got “baba” (which is what I call him). Once he learns a new word it takes him a while to say any of the other ones that he already knows again but he gets there eventually!
  2. He is not only getting him self sat up by himself, but he can also crawl on his knees now not just his belly! And he can pull himself up onto his feet on almost anything he can find! we’ve had a couple tumbles but he never cries for longer than a few minutes after and is always back up onto his feet within 2 minutes of being put down.
  3. He has FIVE teeth! His first two that came through were his bottom front two, then one of his top front teeth and now very recently he has cut through the other top front tooth and the one next to it (I don’t know what specific teeth are called lol)
  4. He eats EVERYTHING! It doesn’t matter what we put in front of him anymore. If he can see it, he will eat it. And speaking of eating, lord forbid I even attempt to eat something, Noah is straight over on my lap and yelling at me to give him some! The kid never stops eating.
  5. He can sit up in the bath and LOVES it now. Instead of having to be held up he can do it himself. And instead of just splashing water everywhere with his feet, he plays with his bath toys!

Along with all of this, Noah is now a brand rep for a company called “Auster Creations”! My little baby is doing so well and I’m so excited to see what he learns next!




My Mental Health

This post is a little bit different to my usual posts but it was one that I feel I need to write. Not only for myself and to get some things off my chest but also to let others know that you’re not alone! Whatever it is that you’re going through, you’re not going through it alone! We all struggle with things and we all find our own ways to cope.


For years now I have struggled with my anxiety. It’s not something I talk about with friends, or even family, because I was always made to feel as though I was in the wrong for it. I was told numerous times that I “just want attention”, that I’m “following the trend” and that I “don’t even know the meaning of the word”. But I know now, after talking to a professional (again), that that is not at all true.

It took me a long time to get a grip on my mental health and after Noah was born it all went a little bit down hill again. Now while I know this is common, it didn’t stop me from feeling as though I was alone and not doing my best. I still struggle now with it but it has gotten a lot better and I know now that it is common for your mental health to take a couple of turns in the wrong direction every now and then, especially after having a baby.


It was one of the people who I was supposed to be closest to and who was supposed to love me unconditionally who made my personal experience with it worse and that’s what made me doubt myself so much as a mother. Even with Tre’s reassuring me every day that it was okay and that I was doing great, nothing helped me feel as though I wasn’t failing.

But, I have a CAFHS worker that has helped me the most recently! When Noah was 3-4 weeks old I was offered to have someone come over every fortnight to talk with me and check up on Noah to ease my mind that he is doing well. She weighs him, measures his length, gives me leaflets and ideas of fun things to do with him and talks with me about what’s going on in my life. I couldn’t recommend doing this to anyone more! I don’t think I’d be doing as well as I am now without her. Granted, I still worry and I still get a sick feeling in my stomach when anyone else (family included) picks Noah up or gets too close to him but I’m finding it a little bit easier every week.

I’ve talked a lot about my mental health when it comes to my son and being a mum BUT I do struggle, and have since I can remember, with it in my everyday life. It makes it hard for me to go out and go to the shops by myself, to go and apply for jobs, to call up and make a doctors appointment for myself etc. But I’ve been trying harder and harder every day to step out of my comfort zone. By now I’m pretty sure all the doctors and receptionists at my local doctors know me by name I’ve been there so much.

The dark side of mental health is so so awful and not something I would wish on my worst enemy. On the outside it always looks so easy and like something you can just deal with, to someone who has never experienced it. But it is far from easy. In my own personal experience my anxiety has stopped me from being able to eat for days at a time, I can’t (still) sleep on a night. I fall asleep at 2-3am and wake back up at whatever time Noah is up for the day. It’s tiring, it’s hard and it’s not fun. But again, I will eventually push through and I will eventually conquer this once and for all!

I have a happy, thriving little boy, a wonderful partner and a beautiful home. Most people, those who don’t know too much about me and my family and personal history anyway, would probably think that this whole thing is dumb. That I don’t have anything “real” to feel this way about. And that’s fine. People will always think what they want, you just have to remember that they don’t know the things you’ve been through and that’s okay.

This post ended up being a lot more of a ramble than I intended it to be but hey, it’s a hard subject to write about 🙂


Half Way to One

This was meant to be something that I updated monthly and I’ve forgotten to do so for 3 months now, whoops. But I’m here and I’m ready to get back into the swing of things!

Where do I even begin! So much has happened in the last 3 months! But I’ll start with this, my little baby is half way to being a 1 year old! Where has that time gone! 6 months have flown by and I don’t know whether to be proud of all that my little one has accomplished so far or be upset that I’m getting closer and closer to losing the tiny baby and getting a toddler!

Here’s a quick catch up of what I SHOULD HAVE been posting about:

  1. Noah hasn’t quite got the hang of getting himself sat up yet, but if he’s put in the position he can stay there and play with his toys sat up. He’s also mastered the army crawl! He’s a fast one and gets into anything and everything! I’ve learnt that I have to make sure all the doors are closed now, especially the bathroom because that seems to be his favourite place, otherwise he’ll be out in a second.
  2. His first Christmas went amazingly! He was spoiled rotten by family, friends and Santa! But with all the presents he got, his favourite thing to play with is still a paper cup. He was fascinated by the tree and was always pulling on the branches, to a point where a few times he pulled the tree down on to himself! He was never hurt and it didn’t scare him, he was just happy that he could get the branches into his mouth when it was on the floor!
  3. He’s been teething on and off for about 3-4 months now and I’m finally almost able to see his little tooth getting close to cutting! Hopefully this will help a lot with his eating too because he’s on to foods now, not just milk! We started with pureed up EVERYTHING until we realised that he liked to be able to pick the foods up and feed himself. So now he’s still eating puree as well as small finger foods. His favourites are hot chips (with the ends bitten off and salt taken off) and peaches in his mesh dummy!
  4. He’s slowly being introduced to water now, which is a huge relief as the weather is getting super hot and this is going to help a lot with cooling him down! He’s learning how to use sippy cups and not just bottles, though he’s not got the hang of it just yet but I’m sure he will very soon.

He’s not said any words yet unfortunately for us, but we’re still trying and helping him learn bu talking to him and reading him books. I’m sure he’ll get there soon but as of now he just wants to blow raspberries and scream in excitement when he wants our attention.

That’s about all I can think of at the moment, it’s 10:46pm and I am beyond tired, but this time I wont forget to keep my blog updated with the milestones and his monthly “roundup”. It’s still so amazing being a mum and unlike what people believe, you do not get sick of anything nor do I have a single shred of regret for the way my life has turned out and is headed! I may have had to leave uni due to pregnancy complications but I have every intention of going back this year! I’m just patiently waiting to hear back any day now about my acceptance (trying to be super optimistic this year!)


21 Thing You Shouldn’t Say To Young Mums

1. Was it planned? 

That is none of your business, to be honest. In fact, some older women get pregnant without planning, and some young women choose to have babies early. Also, my baby is not an ‘it’.

2. You’re too young. 

I am aware of how old I am, but I am also aware of my ability to take care of a child. My age doesn’t decide whether I can or can not raise a successful child. Adele’s mother had her when she was 18 and look at her!

3. Your life must be REALLY hard. 

I mean, raising a child isn’t the easiest thing to do, but it’s really not as bad as it seems. In fact, I don’t think it’s bad at all. I don’t mind questions about work/study/life balance, because those are important things, but do not assume my life sucks because I have a child. If anything, my life is better now because I will never feel lonely again.

4. If you could go back, would you change anything? 

Imagine how crappy you would feel if your mum told you that she would never have had you had she been able to go back in time? It’s kind of like she’s saying you screwed up some part of her life.

5. You’re young, so you’re a cool mum. 

Thanks? While this may seem to you like a compliment, this feels suuuper demeaning.


6. At least you got it out of the way early. 

“Out of the way”? When you have a baby, nothing is “out of the way”. That baby is yours for the rest of your life! No take backsies.

7. How did your parents react when you told them? 

They were actually really excited. Just like most people who learn they’re going to be grandparents. My mum had me young so why shouldn’t she be happy for me?

8. Is it against your religion to use birth control? 

You’re a moron if you seriously think this is okay to say.

9. Do you miss going out to bars and stuff? 

Nope. Because I still go out to bars and stuff, just not as much as I used to. I don’t stay home and watch reality TV and movies all day. I do in fact still have a life.

10. Are you anti-abortion? 

Is this even a real question?

11. Were you afraid of getting stretch marks and gaining a lot of weight when you got pregnant?

Obviously, isn’t everyone? But I was also busy worrying about giving birth.

12. You don’t look like a mom. 

If you’re saying this because I look good, then thanks. But older moms look good, too. Not all moms look tired and miserable all the time. Actually, ALL mums look great!

13. I can’t picture you doing “mummy” stuff. 

Because young women don’t possess the qualities that are needed to mother a child? Try again sweetie.

14. Is the dad in the picture at all? 

Yes, he is, and he’s honestly the most amazing dad on earth. Not all young dads are deadbeats. And not all children born from young parents grow up in a broken family.

15. So you and your boyfriend will get married soon, right?

I’m only 19, so marriage is not in the picture right now. We’re more worried about being good parents and giving our child the best quality life we can. This isn’t the year 1950.

16. I thought most women were having babies later. 

Maybe they are! I guess I’m just not “most women.”

17. For a young mum, you do such a great job. 

How about just tell me I do a great job without mentioning how young I am? I know a lot of young mums who are amazing, just the same as I know plenty of “older” mums who are horrible. Age means NOTHING.

18. But what about your job?

What about it? I am studying at home to do my dream job. In fact, my baby motivates me to be better at everything I do every single day. Without him in the picture I doubt I’d have gotten off my ass and started my studying.

19. Do not start wearing “mom jeans”.

Um, excuse you? Paired with the right accessories and top, I think that “mom jeans” are bloody awesome.


20. Do you regret having kids so young?

I hate the word “regret.” Would I advise someone to have kids before 25? Probably not, because of course it’s easier to get a home etc when you’re a little bit older and that way, you can bring a baby straight into your life that you’ve sorted. But I will say I am glad I had my son. He changed my life for the better.

21. Just another dole bludger, cheating the system for money.

Shut the f**k up.


2 Months Already!

Good Morning world! I cannot believe that my tiny baby is a 2 month old already! Life as a new mum has been such an adventure and I really wouldn’t wish for my life to be any other way. When I was pregnant I would constantly think how things would be once our son was here with us. The reality of it all is 100 times better than I ever imagined during those 9 months of carrying this sweet boy in my belly.


Being home and spending time with my little man is going great and I literally get sick to my stomach thinking about leaving Noah. Nothing brings me more joy than watching him grow and cuddling him. This bond is like no other and I get so emotional thinking of it changing at all. I just keep reminding myself that some of the strongest women in my life have left their babies in someones arms and had some time to themselves, I can do this!! I am thankful for this time I have home with Noah and I try to make the most of every minute with him as I will obviously never get this time back.

As precious as life has become with becoming a mummy, it has been challenging as well. I want to keep my blog content real! You see a lot of the perfect parents and flawless mums who make it all seem so simple and easy but it is not like that for us. Noah is pretty moody from 6:00-9:00 every single night. We have our times of feeling helpless and frustrated. It is not all glamorous and I think it’s so important to remember that and not compare ourselves to others “highlight reals” we see on social media. I absolutely share my cute photos of my baby boy smiling more than I share a picture of him screaming his little lungs out (yes I have pictures of this, he’s just still so cute even when he is mad) but that isn’t to hide that we struggle just like every other new parents do! The struggle is all part of the beauty in parenting. We just do the best we can and love our baby unconditionally and that is enough!

I will say, I am obsessed with him!! I know this is completely normal (or at least I hope so) but sitting and just staring at your baby’s for hours isn’t just something people kid about, I actually do that! To say the least, I feel very blessed to be Noah’s mum. He is growing like crazy and changes every single day. He is happy and healthy and that is all I have wanted. This little boy is surrounded by people who love him, near and far (as far as the other side of the world!). Right now he is 4.6kg and 9cm in length. The little man has a big brain and is in the 75th percentile for his head. Noah is a slobbering monster right now and loves to put his hands in his mouth. He has no interest in a dummy and is very close to finding his thumb!  He has a couple of faces that he loves and will make him smile no matter what! I’ve heard him giggle almost every night in his sleep. He kicks his legs like crazy while he’s feeding, loves bath time, and will have a staring competition with his monkey toy on his bouncy chair. His absolute favourite is being talked to and listening to conversations. I talk to him all day long and he has started to coo right back to me. We have been lucky with him having his days and nights figured out since early in the beginning. He wakes up once throughout the night to feed and goes straight back to sleep. However with that, he doesn’t nap too much during the day which makes it a little harder to do things like cleaning etc.

Everyday is a new adventure with our cheeky monkey and I can’t wait to see what milestone he hits next.


World Breastfeeding Week

Today, as it’s world breastfeeding week, I wanted to share my breastfeeding experience so far. It’s incredible how different one child can be from the next, and how much easier it can be for some people. Of course, we’ve got a long way to go, but all the experiences I’ve had with Noah so far has definitely taught me so much, making things like breastfeeding much more enjoyable and giving me the confidence for when I have another baby, in the far future.


Growing up, I never thought much about breastfeeding except that it seemed to be how you fed babies. I knew my mum breastfed both me and my younger sisters and that she weaned us when we were around 6 months, and this was what I wanted to do with my son.

Fast forward 18 years to when I was pregnant with Noah. Even though I had been doing lots of studying on bringing up babies, and the topic of breastfeeding did come up from time to time, I still never thought much about it. For some reason, a lot of people were asking me if I planned to breastfeed. It seemed like a silly question, because of course I would. That’s what breasts were for, right? And especially since mine were so big, it would be good to finally use them for what they were there for.

Before Noah was born, I took no breastfeeding or parenting classes, never thought to look at a book on the subject or even watch another woman breastfeed her child. I naively assumed it would come naturally to me. You just put the baby’s mouth on your nipple, right?

Well, Noah came out and after they showed him to me, they put him on my chest for some skin-to-skin then took him to the little station to give him a check over. When they finally brought him back was when I realized that I have no idea what to do. Positioning? Latch? How much of my nipple and areola? Even with my mum and partner in the room I was flying solo. I got Noah on my breast and he sucked but I just had no idea what I was doing.

I don’t even know when the midwife came to help but, when she did, I finally was able to breastfeed my son. After this he was nursing pretty much most of the time we were in the hospital. He started to use it as a way to soothe himself, which caused me to be in a lot of pain and I had to stop for a night and finger feed him instead.

The second day I could hardly walk because I had had an episiotomy.  I didn’t know how I’d be able to get out of bed to change Noah’s nappy or put him back in the bassinet. But I did it and the feeding was still going great.

Things went pretty well once we arrived at home, but after the first night Noah lost his latch and couldn’t get it back. After struggling for far too long we decided to try a nipple shield. AND IT WORKED! It was probably the est decision I’ve ever made. Things got a whole lot less painful and a whole lot easier.

Knowing what I know now, as a self-educated breastfeeding mum, I’m shocked that breastfeeding was a success for us. The roadblocks were small but they were there. At least I had my determination. In a way, my lack of experience served me well for though I was aware of formula, I didn’t know that it was something mothers might choose or need to give to their newborns straight off the bat. I just thought breastfeeding was the only way.



1 Month Already!

In what felt like a blink, a month has managed to speed by. I feel like I’m living life in fast forward. In a lot of ways, this month went by slowly, but looking back at how far we’ve come it also feels like it is way too soon for me to be able to say that my son is a 1 month old! Is he still considered a newborn now that he’s 1 month old?
I thought it would be fun to share a few of the things that I have learned in the last month.
So, let us begin.
1. I learned (with a quickness) to do things with one hand and with my non-dominant hand. Being ambidextrous would have a huge advantage right now, but we can’t all be that lucky. Noah ALWAYS needs to be held right when it’s time to eat , meaning my food goes cold and has to be reheated about 3 times.
2. The washing piles up like crazy! Now, the items being washed are small, but our washer has been broken for a few months now and we have to wait till the weeking, when there’s a HUGE pile of clothes to be able to get anything done!
3. Having a baby is a lot more fun than people tell you. So many of my evenings consist of Tre’s and I sitting on the couch looking at Noah and talking about him. And I always think to myself “what did we even talk about before he got here?”.

4. I look forward to going to the midwives coming over. Noah gained weight like he should have right out of the gate and is chunking up nicely. We have a midwife that comes to visit every fortnight and she checks his weight, height etc and it always helps ease my mind that he’s doing well.

5. Nothing is scarier than peeking in on your sleeping baby only to see their eyes open as soon as you look into the bassinet. I’ve never moved quicker to run back away from it and hope that he didn’t see me.

In general, Noah has been such an easy baby. He’s slept so long on a night every night since the night we brought him home. He falls asleep at 9pm then wakes up at 1am and 5am. Not a day goes by that I don’t feel thankful for the rest that I manage to get on a night. He has had a few fussy days and, but he’s generally pretty easy going and what newborn doesn’t get fussy from time to time? He’s truly perfect!

He has a knack for doing a nice big explosive poo right after getting him changed into new clothes. There have been many outfit changes during the day. Somehow, and I can’t really understand how this happened, I only ended up with about 5 newborn outfits. So we had been rotating through those and until he could fit into his bigger clothes. He’s in his 0-3 months now and we have a whole lot more of those.

When he was born he didn’t enjoy bath time at all but the last few weeks he’s started to really relax in there and have a good time!



For me, labour definitely was not at all what I expected. In the weeks leading up to my due date I did what most expectant mothers do, I read every single source I could on labour and birth so I could make sure I was as prepared as I could be.

Naturally, I thought that my labour would come right on schedule. Boy was I wrong, my due day came and went. But that wasn’t a worry for me as I was booked to be induced the very next day at 7am! I was somewhat disappointed that I would miss out on the excitement of going into labour naturally, but over the moon about finally getting to meet my son. So the night before my induction I made sure to give myself a nice spa night and a long shower, because god knows I wouldn’t be getting to do that again for a few months!

At 6:30am we headed off for the hospital. We arrived around 6:45am and were admitted to the maternity ward. At 8.05 the midewives arrived and broke my waters. I was left for an hour before they strapped me onto the machine to measure babies heart rate and my contractions. They also put me on a hormone drip to keep the labour going. The monitor wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world but it didn’t even compare to what was to come. Even though I was strapped onto a monitor and had a drip I was still able to get myself up to walk around and use the toilet.


The idea of the epidural scared me so I wanted to try another form of pain relief first and so I got the gas. It gave me something to concentrate on and with each contraction I would breathe in the gas and look at the monitor. The monitor not only relayed the baby’s heart rate but also my contraction intensity. As the contractions happened I would watch the numbers change. I felt I could do this as long as I paid attention to the numbers and my breathing. As each contraction happened my whole body would tighten and my stomach would shrink down. The gas was all well and good until it started to make my feel nauseous. Eventually I had to give in and ask for the epidural. It wasn’t as long a wait as I excepted it to be but it was long enough for my contractions to make me feel like I was going to break my back.

Once the epidural was in I was pain free and finally able to relax. Instead of having a nap, like I really wish I had, I decided to watch That 70s Show. But the peace didn’t last long. About 1 hour later the pain started to come back in my left side and then eventually it started to spread to the middle. While the pain wasn’t too bad when this was happening it started to worsen and worsen AGAIN.

At 1:25 I was 6cm dilated and in excruciating pain! The midwives gave me an extra dose of the epidural to help with the pain but nothing changed. At 2:20 A new midwife came in to check me and the epidural had come out! I was 9cm at this point and it was too late to put another epidural in so I had to try to suck it up at keep going.


At 3pm it was finally time to start pushing! This was where everything felt like it went wrong. I pushed (or tried to) 4 times with each contraction but I didn’t feel like anything was happening. I pushed and pushed for an hour and nothing had happened. Except my drip being accidentally ripped out of my hand and a whole lot of blood pouring everywhere.

I was given the gas back to help out and later on found out that Noah’s heart rate was dropping. With every push he would come closer and then straight back to where he was. This was when the doctors came in to help me. I had to have an episiotomy  so that they could use the forceps and help pull him out. This wasn’t fun or something to be remembered. My drip had come out AGAIN and looking at the doctors with the forceps scared me. I thought they were going to decapitate my poor son!

At 5:04pm on June 9th 2017 Noah Lane French was born and passed straight to me. There is no real way to describe the range of emotions you feel when you’re holding your baby for the first time. Shock, relief, love, bewilderment and so much more. Noah was taken for his cord to be cut and him to be checked over. Tre’s did the cord cutting while I got stitched up and fixed.

It wasn’t a nice time to remember but it was magical when the drama and pain was over.




34 Week Benchmark


I’ve hit my 35 weeks which means I’ve passed the 34 week benchmark! Although it’s not yet full term I am still super excited to have made it this far. But why is 34 weeks considered a benchmark?

At 34 weeks my baby should weigh around 4.5 – 5 lbs, but don’t feel bad if your baby isn’t in this exact weight because every baby is different and this is just the average. Noah’s central nervous system is maturing and his skin should be smoother than ever. More than 70% of babies are born around 34 – 36 weeks and have a 98% chance of survival. They also only a short stay in the NICU. Once 34 weeks has hit most hospitals will allow labor to progress and do not try to stop or delay the delivery.

Although it is great to know that if my baby was to come now he would be okay, I DO want him to stay in as long as possible and make it to full term!

Today hasn’t been the best day for me so prepare yourself for a bit of a whinge. Noah wasn’t moving as much as usual in the morning which, obviously, stressed me out a lot. He is usually very active and when it comes to reduced movements it can be a very bad sign! I tried drinking a glass of cold water and lying down to see if he perks up but still nothing! I called my hospital as at this point I was sure something was wrong, but like a typical boy he chose this time to wake up!!

From this point onward he spent the day kicking around all over the place. During the beginning of pregnancy this is the most magical feeling and don’t get me wrong it’s still amazing but he isn’t as small as he used to be. He is a lot stronger and knows how to get into my ribs! It’s very painful and makes me feel a little sick but knowing he’s still in there moving around gives me great peace of mind.

My head has been spinning today a lot more than it has the last week and when I tried to stand up I fell straight back down. I spent the day in bed yet again to try to make myself feel a little better but I wasn’t able to watch anything or read a book as my head was making my eye very blurry!

But enough whining. Only 4 weeks and 2 days left till I reach my due date and hopefully get to meet my little man!


5 Love Languages


The love languages are people’s way of feeling loved and showing others that they love them.It’s something that I’ve always been interested in and I’ve come to realise recently that not many people know what they are.

My love language is “Words of Affirmation” which means that it means more to me when my partner tells me I’m loved and that he’s proud of me, than it does if he were to do something around the house to take responsibility off my shoulders or buy me a gift. There are plenty of tests on the internet that help you find what your love language is but knowing what they all are makes it easier for you to know yourself what yours is.

Words of Affirmation

Actions don’t always speak louder than words. If this is your love language, unsolicited compliments mean the world to you. Hearing the words “I love you” are important – hearing the reasons behind that love sends your spirits skyward. Insults can leave you shattered and are not easily forgotten.

Quality Time

In the vernacular of Quality Time, nothing says, “I love you” like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there – with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby – makes your significant other feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed dates, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful

Receiving Gifts

Don’t mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift. If you speak this language, the perfect gift or gesture shows that you are known, you are cared for, and you are prized above whatever was sacrificed to bring the gift to you. A missed birthday, anniversary, or a hasty, thoughtless gift would be disastrous – so would the absence of everyday gestures

Acts of Service

Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an “Acts of Service” person will speak volumes. The words he or she most wants to hear: “Let me do that for you.” Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tells speakers of this language that their feelings don’t matter.

Physical Touch

This language isn’t all about the bedroom. A person whose primary language is “Physical Touch” is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, holding hands, and thoughtful touches on the arm, shoulder or face can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgiving and destructive.