Last weekend I had the awesome privilege of attending the Baby Preemie and Me Neonatal Conference at the Marine Marriott Hotel, hosted by Little Big Souls and partnered with NATUS. I learnt a lot and even that is an understatement. This being a first for South Africa, I am very proud that it happened right here in Port Elizabeth!
The other day a good friend sent me a quote/meme that said “People who care will ask how you are doing. People who love will ask until you tell the truth”. With it she said – “This is you.” At first I laughed, because I am that person that will ask 50289 times if you are okay, if for whatever reason you don’t feel okay around me. It made me feel so good, and I replied saying at least you know it’s love. This is so evident in life, we don’t always say how much we love someone all the time but somehow we show them in little ways by the things we do and with reference to this post – the things we say.
As you know “finding your balance” can mean so many different things, but mainly it means to distribute things evenly. This enables you to remain upright or steady, or in life to be sane or at least feel it. Last week Nelson Mandela Bay Tourism (NMBT) invited us to attend the launch of the Segway Beachfront Tours in Port Elizabeth. Which was something completely different to what I expected. To be honest thinking back, I’m not sure what I was expecting but it wasn’t what happened.
I recently discovered a few things about myself after a few incidents at the office where my pants decided that they didn’t want to do their thing any longer and split. It was heartbreaking for me. Funny, but very very inconvenient. I am a mom. It defines me. Part of being a mom, means I rarely find the time or the money to shop for myself. So the pants saga was just awful. Firstly – I still haven’t bought new pants because a) the shops just don’t have a style right now that speaks to me and b) I’ve only tried to look once because who has the time.
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15 months, roughly 450 days, and a gazillion feeds later… now that I am completely normalised to breastfeeding myself. (Let’s face it, whipping out your boob all over does take some getting used to – whether with a cover or not.) Now that the pumping is over and I can relax, breathe take a lunch break. He just decided to start self-weaning. How dare he?
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