I don’t love breastfeeding | The Leaky B@@b

I don’t love breastfeeding | The Leaky B@@b.

Love this post. My friend shared it with me today and I felt the need to share it with you. It is a very honest post and if you are planning a family, have one on the way or are struggling with breastfeeding please read it. ๐Ÿ™‚ You always hear stories of how wonderful breastfeeding is and some even say how it feels wonderful… Well that is not the case for everyone. Everyone is different and it is okay to feel indifferent towards it. We all have different feelings towards breastfeeding. That is our right as human beings and as parents. Some might struggle with it ย and others don’t. Some, like I did with my first, might feel that there is something wrong with them for not loving it. I certainly felt so many mixed feelings in the early days of feeding my first. It was not easy. I was overly critical of myself and wondered if their was something wrong with me.

For me breastfeeding is what I thought and felt was best for my babies so I just did it. I focused on the positives. It really helped to focus on how beneficial it was for my baby and how it made my baby feel. There have been some wonderful bonding moments along the way. While it may not feel natural it really is the most natural way to feed a baby. It worked for us.

What I am getting at is, if you don’t LOVE breastfeeding that is okay. If you do love it, that is just great.

I am not telling you to breastfeed and I’m not judging you if you choose/chose not to. Everyone has different life experiences, thoughts and feelings. At the end of the day you just have to make a educated choice on what you want to do and just do it.
Cheers, Danni


Small brag

Every now and then my boys say something beautiful and it just inspires me. It encourages me to keep on parenting the way Marty and I are.

I am in the kitchen preparing to cook and Jake just yelled out “Mum is there anything I can do to help? Do you need help?”

He is such a beautiful soul just like his Dad. Always happy to help when he can.

I am blessed and obviously doing something right =D

Oh how life has changed…

Once upon a time, there was a party animal. At 12pm on a Friday night she would find herself out drinking with friends. The night was young and so was she…

Now this party animal has traded in her party shoes for warm, worm uggies.
Make up for clear, tired skin.
Vodka raspberries and Yager bombs, for water and tea!

Tonight she was tucking her baby in at 9pm with plans of a big night… knitting and watching her favourite shows with her man. At 9pm he was calming their big boy and trying to convince him to sleep. Well those big plans sure changed.

At 11:30pm she woke from a strange yet scarily realistic dream where she was in a car accident and lost her arm. Oh how she panicked when she couldn’t feel her arm! It took her a while to realise that she still had her arm. That the strange feeling was because had fallen asleep in the baby’s toddler bed. From the snores, he too had fallen asleep, in the big boys bed. She impatiently willed the feeling to come back into her numb arm so she could regain control of it and quietly sneak out.

After successfully escaping the sleeping baby she decided to wake her man. The process of waking the him triggered the baby to stir. In a sneaky mad dash they exited the room and breathed a loud sigh of relief, only to be greeted by the STARVING cat who couldn’t possibly live without being fed NOW. Said cat vocalised her utter annoyance over having to wait for food.

He made himself a drink and wandered off to bed as she fed the cat. Just as she was about to get herself a drink and follow suit there was a mighty thump and then a scream. The baby had fallen out of bed. She went back to calm, soothe and resettle him.

That is how she found herself blogging, tired beyond belief but strangely unable to sleep at 12:20am.

Yes how life has changed! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Quick toddler meal tip

Have you ever gotten to the afternoon and thought, oh no what will I feed the kids tonight?
Normally we eat as a family, after Marty gets home, but some days the kids are really tired and I don’t have everything I need for dinner that night. On these nights I prefer to make quick meals that are healthy and just for the little ones. Last night was one of these nights.

Thankfully I always have pasta, some vegies and a jar of organic baby purรฉe in our house. Last night we used this one, the boys love it.

(for more info click here -link to picture)

Last night I just cooked up some carrot and pasta, stirred the puree through and added some grated cheese. There is no need to heat the baby food before stirring it in.

It is a quick, cheap and healthy meal option that is far better for the little ones than fast food.

Thank you!


As I look around the house it appears I have a FEW things to be thankful for. ๐Ÿ˜‰
This afternoon I want to say thank you for the pile of clean laundry waiting to be folded, the toys covering the floor and my dirty coffee mug waiting to be washed BUT my biggest thank you of all is for the NOISE.

I am saying thank you to these things because they are the things that have made me feel frustrated at least once today. This morning they jogged my memory and I am not talking of just the before children, quiet, clean house days.

It just so happens that I quite possibly have the loudest boys in the world! Today they are being quite full on, playful and very demanding. For a few moments earlier it started to grate on my nerves.

Then I remembered…
I remembered that they are young and having fun.
I remembered that they love me.
I remembered how important they are to me.
I remembered that just because I have a killer headache life doesn’t stop.
I remembered that they are only young once.
I remembered that they have needs…

They need me.
They need me to embrace their energy.
They need me to laugh at their jokes.
They need me to find joy in how cool the little things in life are.
They need me to listen to the same story, over and over again.
They need me to watch them perfect a new trick, not just one time.
They need me to ignore that pile of laundry for another day and sit down to play.
They need all of this because I MATTER to them. I am important.

My words, actions and reactions matter. They have the ability to make or break. If chosen wisely, they can foster all the wonderful attributes I wish for my boys to have.


So today I had to remember to be thankful for, what could be considered by some, the bad. I had to take a big breath and remain patient. The ‘bad’ things were distracting me from what is important and made me focus on them instead of the bigger picture.
Since that moment of clarity, my day has been spent just loving my little people, soaking up their excitement, guiding their energy into positive play and just having fun; they are only young once.

I am lucky. For that I am honestly thankful for.

It has been a while…

It has been a while since my last post.

Life has gotten away from me and as much as I try and get back on here as often as I can, there is just never enough time in the day. My big boy turns 4 in a week. I am constantly amazed at how quickly life is going. While some days being a parent is hard work I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Jake has grown into a smart little boy with a personality larger than life! He is spirited and finds something to laugh about in every situation. Day by day I am learning to see life through his eyes and it is a large, amazing, intriguing and wonderful place. One minute I am pulling my hair out the next I am laughing my head off but I am always proud. ๐Ÿ™‚

The bond he has with Charlie is just beautiful. When they play happily together I know that Marty and I made the right decision to create a family of 4. When he follows his Daddy around it is beautiful to see the love and admiration he has; such a Daddy’s boy.

We are blessed.