post baby warning

Ok so there where so many things people 'warned' me about pre baby arriving that Was actually BS, but theres a few bits of 'inside info' that is correct and then ALOT of things people DONT tell you about, number one being the changes in the bod department after giving birth... and... for? Good? (Still experiencing)

SO THEN LADIES...no one bloody told me about 'saggy boob syndrome' (its not an actual syndrome btw) I was 'blessed' with a set of 'enormous' (big for me ok) nockers, for 9 whole months, I filled bras that not even chicken fillets had previously filled, only to find out once the milk had been and gone, so did my 'jordans' and I'm now left with saggy fried eggs what even is that about?! Like how unfair, give me them when I cant even appreciate them or wear nice clothes to 'show them off' and then just 'deflate' them so soon ,i'd just got used to a boobylicious life. fuming.

Hair stubbs... FFS why is this nessesary?! My child is 8 months old (nearly), why am I STILL finding new 'things' as a result of having a baby? like are the sleepless nights and bags under my eyes not enough?, I have a little bit of hair that looks like ive frazzled it with straighteners and its burnt off, but im being told this is mum life hair loss? I thought i'd got away with this one, but obvs mother nature wasn't fully satisfied with the post baby 'stuff' i've been left with and decided to sneek attack me with more! 

Hormones, why are you still hanging around hun? Im not saying I was completley harmoni-ess 'hormone free' angel before having Fredzilla but rather than going 0-10 at the flick of a switch its now more like 0-100 in the blink of an eye, I can be a right fire breathing dragon, or cry at things that are not actually even a crying matter (I literally welled up today at the story of the VS model falling over on the runway WTF Louisa), I am all over the show these days with the H word and i'm not enjoying it.

Baby brain, hold on what was I going to type? no literally this is THE worst, I have lists everywhere, gone are the days of actually cooking anything rather than burning it to a crisp... my evening routine is sort Freddie with dinner, bath bottle bed and then put dinner on, sit down whilst it cooks and jump up out of my seat shouting SHIT SHIT SHIT, at first Josh used to panic, then he laughed, now he is my 'egg timer.' He doesn't let me make him food anymore because he's fed up of a plate of charcoal and ketchup, even the fire alarm has had enough of me, although Its just another 'egg timer' for me, Freddie doesnt even batter an eye lid when it goes of in the day time anymore. 

Remember I spoke about the deflated melons... well yeah that's not the only thing that goes south. You're bum sags too. WOW I'm reeaaallllyyyyyyy selling having a baby aren't I! I used to consider myself having a bit of a bum, now it's more described as a pancake, gone are the days of twerking, Ok I've never been able to twerk, it just would have been nice to put on my CV if I really wanted too try and go all Rhianna!

Eyebags, no that's not a spelling mistake (handbags) I have never ever suffered with bags under my eye no matter how little sleep I've ever had, but just lately, they've really got 'attached' to my face and are making an appearance a little too often, I just don't have time to try and banish them with cucumber pamper sessions, maybe we need to make them a thing of Fashion? because right now they are a HUGE Faux pas.

Holding on for a wee. OMG this for me is the worst thing since having my boy. I'm 25 years of age and I genuinely sometimes get anxiety that I'm going to wet myself in public, I find my self paying attention to the 'Tena ladies' adverts, look I've got nothing against Tena ladies, but I don't quite feel like I should be at a time in my life to even know what these are. I used to look for fire exits when entering a restaurant or shop, its now TOILETS. The midwife said to me, 'Make sure you do your pelvic floors' and did I listen to her? NOPE, do I wish I listened to her... BIG FAT YES. Thankfully I have not wet myself...yet, but bloody hell first signs of needing a wee and I don't care if I was shaking Beyoncé's hand I'm straight to the loo!! it's when there's a que for the toilet and  I just know I'll not make it, I must look like a nutter dancing around looking for the disabled toilets! I recon I'd probs even resort to the MENS if things got that bad, I need a wee just thinking about this...BRB.

So there they are, the  'few' 'wonderful' things I was never told about, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but ladies, it really doesn't just end when you pop that little bundle of joy out, Of course being a Mummy is COMPLETLEY worth it don't get me wrong, but you'd think we'd be at least 'rewarded'  a little more, for the 9 months, labour and night feeds?

Time out

It's not often I 'Get out' these days being a Mummy an all... and I do much prefer nights in with my boys, hot choc (sometimes a glass of red or baileys) in hand, yummy foods and lots of cuddles, TV and fluffy blankets, literally everything I imagined when pregnant... and more! I properly feel content with my family life and absolutely LOVE this new chapter of being parents.

 

Sometimes though, just sometimes Mummy's and Daddys too, (And probs Freddie needs time out from us cray parents always singing and dancing to him not to mention the funny voices and constant kisses)  NEED a bit of time out, whether that's chills with the girls, or a booze fuelled night with Joshy, we ARE human and for me it is nice to have a few hours where I remember I am not just a Mummy, I'm also Louisa. Don't get me wrong it is the best and most rewarding thing having a baby and I literally worship the ground my boy crawls on, but I find myself loosing 'me' now and then, these days just washing my hair is a REAL treat and well, shaving my legs... lets just say its like an extra blanket for Josh when laying next to me.

 

If you see me out out these days its more than likely an 'Occasion' I don't really go out spontaneously anymore, its something I've learnt sinse having our Freds called 'prioritising' and WOW isn't it a new one lol, why could I never prioritise before? it's so easy now!!

 

 So this weekend was my gorgeous 'little' cousin Rosie's 21st birthday party, Rosie lives in Wales so naturally the party was there. Unfortunately with it being the Anthony Joshua fight 20 mins from where she lives, hotels were chocka blok unless you wanted to pay 3k for one night... so Josh had 'boys night' at home, him, Freddie and his 8 year old and Mummy went off to wales for the night.

 

Anxiety set in a few days before, it didn't help that Freddie had had hand foot and mouth virus a few days before, although he was back to himself 48 hours before I was due to leave (otherwise I wouldn't have gone) I still felt anxious about 'leaving him' I knew he'd be in the BEST hands but that 'mum fear' had settled in and was staying whether I liked it or not, he's joined to my hip so being away from him is hard enough, let alone being 3 hours away!, I spent the morning crying and kissing him( the kissing him loads is a normal occurrence), I even cried at breakfast out with my sister and at my make up appointment, I had NOTHING to cry about, had a new outfit, a makeover booked and was seeing lots of family who I hadn't seen for years, but still his smiley little face and big blue eyes didn't leave my mind and the crying carried on through the car journey there, (I even bought a mini bottle of Prosecco for the travel to try and 'calm my worrys')

 

I've only ever had my make up done once, I'm not one that takes agesssss to get ready, so going to get make up done as amazing as it looks and makes you feel just seems too much faff for me, I'd rather get ready quick and get to the pre drinks!! BUT I must say... I may well be sat in an artists chair more often, because I couldn't believe the difference in having someone else 'glam' me up, I'm quite often putting it out there that I don't have a clue about putting make up on and this just proved to me even more that I really don't! *Adds watch tutorials to ever growing to do list*

 

Asides from my anxiety's, I had a brilliant night! lots of Prosecco, dancing until my feet hurt and then some and catching up with 'long lost family' all whilst having regular face times from my little man!!AND for the FIRST TIME EVER... I didn't have a hangover!! anyone who knows me knows that I can literally have 3 glasses of wine and still be badly hangover the next day.. so was a right result!! Thank you Rosie for a party to remember!!!  

 

Here's some pictures!!!