I have been a mama ever since 2003. I gave birth sixteen weeks early, to a piece of my heart and trudged through fourteen weeks of visits spurred on by love and a wee bit of desperation. I mourned her death buried in food.
In 2005, I carried to term and gave birth to a little boy. I call him my favourite son. Breastfeed. Homemade baby food. Organic baby food. Wholesome snacks. The works. "New mom" energy. Only child devotion.
2007, working full time. More confident with this pregnancy. Despite being more stressed out, a full term baby girl graced us with her appearance. Getting a business off the ground chasing a three year old made less time for as much "is this wholesome?" doting. Her tastebuds aren't as healthily stimulated as her big brother's. She weaned at three and half, however.
There are spurts of exercise regimens, attempts to eat properly, and hopes of taking care of myself. The biggest wake up call was being officially diagnosed and medicated for hypertension the week my last baby was born.
