Natasha, 27 – Franklin (2.5y) & Briana (1y)

“I always say to new mums:, this is the hardest job you will ever do. You will cry a lot and that’s okay. You will doubt yourself most days about different things and you will worry whether you are making the right decisions. Everyone has an opinion of you and your parenting style. Some days I scream at the kids all day and feel guilty when I relax in the evening when they are asleep. I constantly clean and theres constantly mess, I cook: they eat, I am shattered: they have way too much energy. Some days are a struggle just to get food into myself. I survive on half cups of cold tea that I find littered around my house. I have a bunch of odd socks in a basket and all my white shirts are marked, stained, torn or grey.
From someone who has battled with anxiety and depression, this book sounds amazing! On the flip side of all of the above, I have days where I cry because I am so in love and so in awe that these wee humans came from me. Are being moulded into bigger humans by me, and I am so proud of them. I watch them sleep, and plant kisses all over them. I listen to them sing and squeal with excitement and it literally makes my heart jump. Their smiles, though snotty and gummy, are my favourite part of the day. And I love to sneak down to the bedroom and watch them playing together. I have not showered alone in almost three years, I always have an audience sitting outside the door chatting to me, and I wouldn’t ever change any of the hard or good days for anything.”