Sunday Nights…:(

I’m so lucky that my partner works Monday to Friday & gets most weekends off. I always love Friday evenings, knowing the lovely man in my life will get up at 7.30am Saturday morning with the baby…a nice lie in for Mum. Saturday is usually spent around the house doing housework, DIY, whatever needs to be done really. But it’s so much easier when Dad is around & baby is entertained when Mums busy & visa versa. 

Sunday is usually a family day. We always make an effort to do something the baby will enjoy, whether it’s going to the zoo, a walk in the park or the playground. Often we try to visit family too. 

Then comes Sunday evening!!! After a busy day it’s time to go home & get ready for Monday morning! Why does the weekend have to go so quick! And why is it when I should be refreshed, ready to start a new week that I’m actually exhausted!! It’s usually around 7pm every Sunday evening that this suddenly dawns on me, as I’m trying to get the little man ready for bed. And every Sunday I remind myself that next weekend I will try to take it easy…never happens. I think I just get too excited planning little family days out!

Then I have to remind myself how lucky I am to be able to spend my weekends with my lovely family. I’m off to bed, yawn, Monday again tomorrow!!! 

Chat soon, 

E xxx



It’s that lovely time again where I get two full hours to myself! When I say to myself, it’s not really; I’m usually doing laundry, preparing dinner or cleaning. But it’s time to think. Theses days I don’t get much of that. I’m constantly focused on what the little man needs whether it’s feeding, changing or just entertaining. Even when he is happily playing by himself I can never just switch off. Sometimes I feel guilty when I look forward to these two hours, but then I remind myself it’s better for him when I’m refreshed & motivated after his afternoon nap. And on the plus side baby wakes up in the best of form, full of giggles, attempting to do tumbles..which really turn out to be awkward rolls in his cot. Always makes me smile!

The thing about nap time is, it’s very important to me. It makes the rest of the day soooo much easier when the little guy had had a good nap. Unfortunately though he is quite choosy for a 17month old and sleeps best in his own cot. For this reason I tend to plan my day around this nap. If I’m meeting up with the girls it can either be early morning or late afternoon, but never those two hours. To some it might seem I’m being a bit precious but I figure who wants to sit around listening to an overtired, unhappy baby?? And when baby’s not happy either is Mummy. Attempting to have a conversation with anyone while trying to entertain your exhausted baby is an impossible and draining task. Instead I wait until nap time is complete and my little man is his usual happy social self. So far I think it works well. So many people comment on what a good humoured baby he is. It might slightly irritate friend if I’m not always available for lunch time dates but I’d much rather an irritated friend than an unhappy baby!! 

Chat soon E 

How life has changed…for the better …mostly.

At 28years of age I gave birth to my first child, a gorgeous, healthy baby boy. I still get emotional when I think about holding him for the first time. The midwife handed me this tiny crying baby boy. I knew instinctively he just wanted his mam and within seconds of him hearing my voice, he stopped crying and snuggled into me. That’s when I knew nothing would be the same ever again, this little person needed me, I was forever his Mum. 

Often I hear people say they were nervous, clueless even terrified when they brought home their first born. Honestly I don’t think I ever felt that way. I’d experience caring for children prior to having my own so I guess I had a certain confidence. Lucky enough because some months after, my partner admitted he was absolutely terrified. He hid it well. I did however however feel overwhelmed by the lack of sleep for the first few months. When friends and family hear you’re pregnant there are always comments like ‘enjoy your lie ins while you can’, ‘welcome to sleepless nights’ etc. But seriously; I think I thought people were exaggerating! Early mornings I accepted & could quite happily deal with, but a seven I clock start when you were awake with the baby 5-6times that night!!….what! Anyway the good news is, it doesn’t last forever. At the time though it seems endless. There were mornings when my partner would be leaving for work, after I’d been up all night with the baby, and I just felt like bursting into tears! But by taking one day at a time, you get through it & you get better at anticipating your little ones needs. After all, no baby is the same. Eventually routine becomes your best friend. Once baby is in a routine then you and your partner can work out what routine best enables both of you to get adequate sleep. I use the word ‘adequate’ because that’s usually as good as it will get. Sleep ins are just a memory from my 20s! Speaking of partners, I honestly believe if you and your other half can get through the first year of your baby’s life & your relationship is still strong, I believe you will get through a hell of a lot. Sleep deprevation can make people seriously moody, unappreciative, unmotivated & in general not the best type of person to be around. Trust me I can be one of those people. 

But then…something incredible happens. Your baby’s first smile, your baby’s first word, your baby’s first step, the first time your baby giggles at his own little fart…and you look at your partner and smile, feeling a mutual sense of pride! It’s those moments that you share that make it all worth while. As your little baby grows you begin to see the world through their innocent eyes. You get excited about little things all over again. Going to the park to feed the ducks, the playground, going to the zoo. Who knew it was hillarious when the animals munch on their food! Joy on your little ones face is the best reward they could ever give you.There is nothing more satisfying than gazing in at your sleeping baby every night, knowing they had a fun day. 

When you’re a parent, that little person becomes your priority. From the time you wake up in the morning until you go to sleep at night they are on your mind, you even dream of them. Once baby is on the move, privacy goes out the door, there is no such thing as your ‘own space’. Days of just doing ‘nothing’ are no more. You actually wonder what the hell you did do before their existence. Sometimes I find myself longing for a little time to myself, just an hour or two. Yet the odd time I get it I find myself missing the little guy, looking at picture of him on my phone, buying something nice for him if I’m out shopping & excited to see his little face when I get home. 

And then there’s guilt. I don’t know any mother who hasn’t felt guilty on numerous occasions. Whether it’s going back to work, cooking something handy for dinner because your exhausted, for making them cry when you correct them, for looking forward to their nap times so you can get some housework done….the list is endless. Guilt is something that I’ve accepted is going to be a reoccurring emotion that I will have to deal with forever as a mother. That, and worry, as a mother I have this constant niggling in the back of my mind. At first I thought it would fade when I got used to motherhood. However I’ve discovered it is something I carry with me wherever I go, whatever I do. If I go somewhere without my son I worry, is he ok, will he be looking for me, will those caring for him know what he needs. Deep down I know he is absolutely fine & anyone that looks after for him loves & cares for him wonderfully. I guess it’s just mothers instinct, to worry. If he’s with me, the worry is less, however always there. Is he getting all the correct nutrients? Am I discipling him enough or being too soft? It’s endless & something I’ve learned to address but control & be smart about. 

So I guess thats a summary of some of the main things in my life that have changed since we had our little man. But the absolute love you feel for that child is so strong, and the joy they bring to your life daily makes all the guilt, worry & sleep deprevation so worthwhile. Life will never be as it was again, it’s one million times better!

Back soon, E xx 


So in a few short months I turn 30! A month after that I will give birth to my second child. I always said I wanted two kids before I was 30 so I’m not far off. So I decided to start a blog. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do for a while but just never got round to doing. Now that I’m nearly 30 I think it’s time, time to reflect on my 20s, what I’ve achieved, what I’ve learned and what I hope my future brings. I hope other Mums or soon to be Mums can check in every so often & maybe consider my thoughts, anxieties, hopes, fears and overall frame of mind at this stage in my life. I know there is a huge community of Mums out there that maybe feel alone, under pressure, forgotten about while they strive to give their children the best possible life they can. We all hope we are doing the right things, making the right decisions when it comes to our babies but are we ever truly confident that what we do is best?? Please follow my journey over the next few months, years. I hope this blog brings you comfort, humour or just a relaxing read. Chat to you soon, E x

Life of a new young Irish Mum