How do you start a post when there is so much to say and no words to say it? It’s a tough one… I’ve had a little break from blogging, it started for so many reasons I don’t know where to start. So I’m not going to even try and explain. However there is just ONE reason for my return and that’s a much easier place to start!
I miss it, I miss the enjoyment of posting and interacting with my readers, I miss the blogging community, it’s love, support and encouragement and most of all I miss the outlet for my creativity!
The future of The Freerange Family
So here’s the plan, I hope to be back for good now, but a few things have to change. My primary role in life is being a wife and mummy and I need for that to be safe so despite returning to my blog I will not be returning to the quantity of posts I once aimed for. I hope to post a couple of times a week and share more of the real goings on within our lives. They say quality is better than quantity so lets hope that’s how it pans out!!
Also, despite being a parent and a home schooling one at that I do have other passions and hobbies so I hope to include more of that adding to the authenticity of my content.
I have been rather busy on Instagram during my break, if you’d like to see what I’ve been up to I’d love you to pay a visit to my new instagram accounts @herbieandfriends and @Tuckerthecob
If you have made it to the end, congratulation! Thankyou for sticking with me, I look forward to being around a bit more!
Welcome back to #busydoinglife! Thankyou so much for stopping by, it’s so great to have you joining in. I have a little confession to make, I am stupidly behind and despite planning to get ahead all week I just haven’t managed it! Because of this I am sorry to say that I am not going to run the linky this week, I just need a few days to catch up and enjoy reading last weeks posts! Continue reading
I am a total country bumkin, I have an unhealthy relationship with my wellies and I can tell the difference between a Massey Furguson and a Ford from the other side of a 20 acre field… I have issues, I know! I am thoroughly at home meandering through fields, exploring with my children an dogs. The very thought of tube stations and busy bustling suits brings me out in a cold sweat… Well this week I faced my fears and headed into London with two children in tow… Crazy? I’ll let you be the judge of that! Continue reading
I wonder when I can stop hiding behind the title of newbie blogger and passing off my typos and naivety as beginners slip ups?
I have been blogging properly for nearly 10 weeks. My little blogging
stumble journey has seen me launch the #busydoinglife linky, run 2 giveaways and reaching 900 followers on twitter… Surely these ‘amazing’ achievements earn me the title of experienced blogger? Right?! NOPE!!
Well, having wasted hundreds of hours deliberating, drunk more wine than I care to admit and driven my poor husband to total distraction… I have made the move to WordPress! I am EXHAUSTED I have been sat at my computer since 7.30 this morning trying to make sense of it all … I still have a lot of work to do but (somewhat by accident) I have managed to install a redivert on my old blogger blog and am now live right here on my brand new, spangly, custom domain!! Wooooop Wooooop. Continue reading
28 Days of Blogging – I have been blogging regularly for a whole 28 days, and wow what a steep learning curve! I am still a very new and have much to learn but I thought I would take this opportunity to record what I have gleaned from my journey so far!
First things first, if you are looking for a finger pointing, teen slating post. You have come to the wrong place! This is quite the opposite and I write it with some authority… I was one!
What do you think of when you think of a teen mum? A girl, hanging out in the streets with her stretch marked belly hanging over her trackies. Pushing a grubby buggy stuffed full of crisp packets and fags? Maybe you imagine a single girl, sponging off the state, spending all her money on make-up and clothes? Does your stereotype go as far as her use of formula and cheep sweaty Tesco value nappies? I don’t think you are alone! I think (at least before I was one) I thought the same! And if I’m honest I was probably naive enough to think being young was incompatible with motherhood and all the responsibilities it brings. How wrong I was!
Many young women are empowered by their circumstance, what better reason to turn your life around than new life? This was the case for me, and I’d love to tell you how it looked.
I was lucky, I had my boyfriend by my side and together we prepared for our new arrival like any other couple. We were excited and scared, anxious and hopeful. But we were also judged and we knew it.
I was lucky enough to have a quick easy labour and within two hours I was holding our beautiful little lady in my arms, promising I would protect her with my life. The midwife left us alone for a few minutes. But before I had a chance to notice she was gone, she was dashing back in to apologise. Yup you read that right. Apologise. What for? Not realising I was only 17! She had read over my notes and said if she had known she would have helped me more and called the anaesthetist to do an epidural!!! I DIDN’T NEED A ****** EPIDURAL!
She then proceeded to ask, if I wanted her to get a bottle for my sweet girl so she could feed her whilst I had a shower and got changed. I was confused. I didn’t want to be rude, but I was breast feeding… why would I need a bottle?
Thankfully my Man stepped up and reassured the well meaning midwife that we were ok, enjoying some skin to skin and that if I wanted to clean up he would look after our baby!
And then the penny dropped for this ‘professional’. We were capable. We could do it! Over the 5 days I spent in hospital I had several encounters like this and in a way I am now grateful for them. They prepared me for the world outside. The sideways glances and being snubbed at toddler groups. The tutting as I tried to discretely free my throbbing boob and get it in my baby’s mouth before she shattered the windows with her screaming. It was hard being a teen Mummy. But not because I was incapable of being a super awesome, breastfeeding, babywearing, cloth bumming, baby lead Mum… That was a doddle! After all, I had youth and naivety on my side!! It was the social discrimination that made it so hard.
Were you a young Mummy? Were you older than you parenting peers? Perhaps you had PND and found that isolating? Maybe you got it all right and you’re the perfect Yummy Mummy? We all have our ‘stuff’ that makes parenting more complicated than it needs to be. I’d love to hear your story.
16 days ago I had a moment of madness and logged into my old Blogger account. I looked over what I had done a year ago and remembered how much fun I had. I sat for a while and contemplated why I had started blogging back then and why I had given up.
I’ll fill you in. I started writing because I had been going through a pretty rough patch, Ok I’m trying to be real here so… It was hideous! In the 5 months prior to starting my blog my gorgeous husband had a bit of a crisis, then moved out leaving me with 4 children and heavily pregnant. Next I gave birth to our baby 4 weeks early. She was so tiny and not a very well lady. We were home for 10 days and my hubby moved back in realising the error of his ways.
At 11 days old she was admitted to hospital and we were told our Little Bean was in a critical condition. The doctors spent the next week trying to work out the root of the problem whilst I sat and watched her weak little body 24hrs a day. She started to improve slowly once they worked out the multiple problems and eventually after 21 days of incarceration we were let out. To start our lives as a family of 7 plus an oxygen tank!
Managing little Bean’s care was a round the clock job and despite plenty of parenting experience, we were total beginners!
As our family started to relax again and Beans health improved I realised I needed to find a way of having some down time. Somewhere to go and slowly process the emotions I had held so tightly.
At first I was just going to share craft projects I had made, but as with most things I do this evolved and I began sharing little snippets of our lives! I loved it, every day I would give myself an hour whilst bean slept and the girls played to craft or write, just for me!
Every now and then someone would stumble upon my blog and stay for a few milli-seconds before dashing off to a ‘proper’ blog! This was enough for Blogger to register a page view and I would see my stats start to climb. 1 view, then 2… before I knew it I was at 10!!! I know how simple this makes me sound but I’m cool with it ;0) because this was enough.
One morning, we woke and Bean was not right, she was struggling to breathe again, even with her 02 and she wasn’t feeding… We were admitted again. My world literally crashed around my feet. ‘How could this be happening again?’
I blamed myself and as I saw my older children struggling with the fear and uncertainty, I promised myself (for their sake) that I would never waste my time on distractions like my blog again. I felt selfish for having indulged, if I had not been taking an hour a day to myself I might have noticed Bean deteriorating and prevented another admission.
So I gave up. I logged out and knew I had made the right decision!
A lot has happened since then, 2 more hospital stays, a house move, a new puppy… Life goes on. And whilst it does, time starts to heal. I know now that the feelings of guilt and self loathing were depression. I know now that I did not cause Bean to be re-admitted. And I know now that a bit of time to myself is a GOOD and healthy thing!! So I’m blogging again! And loving it. I am thriving on indulging my creativity and finding so much joy in interacting with the world outside my own daily life!
In 16 days I have learnt how to use Twitter, uncovered the mysterious world of Linkies and blog hops and communicated with some truly inspirational people! If you are one of the people hosting linkies and commenting on my little blog, THANKYOU, you have been so welcoming and friendly.
Who knows where my little bit of cyber space will take me? To be honest it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that right now, I am enjoying something that I thought I never would again. Something for me!