So after 8 months of ‘maternity leave’ filled with play dates, mummy and me yoga, baby sensory classes, swimming classes, book bugs, bounce and rhymes, coffee shops with the mums n bubs (with enough coffee and cake to keep me looking pregnant), spin classes, buggy fit and buggy pump in the park (to regain my post pregnancy bod or preferably a better one) it’s definitely time to do something else. Most mums panic (or some rejoice) about returning to work. I had to hand my notice in several months ago as they wanted me back flying when Flynn was just 5 months old which I had mixed emotions about. On one hand leaving baby and husband to cope for several days in a row terrified me but on the other hand especially in moments of complete exhaustion (you know those ones at 3am when baby just won’t go back to sleep) the thought of two days in Bangkok getting massages and eating exotic Thai food, or even just a night in the Manchester crew hotel eating cold room service excited me. But in reality I couldn’t do it so I quit my job. But you can’t do nothing forever not that looking after your baby is nothing oh no it is in fact way more than that. Motherhood is a full time job (forever) and there are many opposing opinions on working mums versus stay at home mums. Well I wanted the best of both worlds who doesn’t. So how to get the best of both worlds? Work from home and own your own business (aka work in your pjs and bring baby to work?) I saw an advert on Facebook one day for YogaBellies which was a pregnancy yoga class I had been to myself when pregnant and had absolutely loved and this ad said run your own successful yet ethnical business. Sold. After seconds of reading the advert I was hooked. Do you love all things birth and baby? Well yes since having Flynn not only is this my life now but also my passion (not to mention a small addiction to watching children’s TV shows) It said are you sociable, committed, passionate willing to learn and supportive? Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes!
I watched them on dragons den and just thought wow. Everything just screamed ‘me’ so I ordered a prospectus, spoke with Cheryl the founder of this amazing company and next thing I was buying into the franchise. So now I am setting up my own Yogabellies business covering the Southside of Glasgow and am currently training to teach classes in YogaBelles yoga for women, YogaBellies for pregnancy and birth and YogaBellies for mother and baby yoga for post natal mums and baby and loving touch baby massage. Check out these amazing classes below.
http://www.yogabellies.co.uk/classes/ So it’s all go from here with lots of training and study to be done in between full days with a fun loving, very energetic and playful, not a big fan of napping little boy. Lucky I have stamina and not to mention a love of coffee. Planning to have the business up and running by early 2016 so watch this space…
Just slaved away over a hot stove making Flynn cauliflower cheese for his lunch. Sounds like a lot to do at lunch for a busy mum with an active boy on her hands but actually just made a white sauce and added some cauliflower so this is how it goes.
3 tbsp organic unsalted butter
2 heaped tbsp (I used gluten free) flour
75g grated cheese (add more on top if desired)
300ml full fat milk
What to do:
Melt the butter in a pan over a high heat, add flour and stir into a paste. Lower the heat and when gooey slowly add the milk in until forms a thick sauce. Add the cheese (if too thick just add some hot water).
In the meantime I boiled some cauliflower and to make life even easier used cauliflower cous cous (bought from Tesco) then no need to chop up or purée as already done!
Ta dah! Very easy to make in about 15 mins especially good if you’ve run out of lunch options and faced with avocado on toast for the 3rd day running. Anyways this face was the initial reaction to it (what no avocado on toast??!). Please note bowl already removed from vicinity of highchair incase was hurled back at me. Obviously I wasn’t happy with this reaction so I persevered, luckily the Neff man turned up to fix the oven and Flynn was fixated on him so I managed to shove little spoonfuls in unnoticed. Eventually the bowl was eaten (made 8 dinners worth or so depending on big or small your baby’s appetite is) so let’s see how we go again tomorrow and who can we get in to fix something to keep Flynn distracted ….
Snotty noses. Never something I had overly thought about until I had Flynn. So more amusing is what apparatus you need to deal with them. When doing ‘that shop’ before the baby is born you know the one where you buy absolutely everything you think you will ever need for your babies first year (even though Tesco’s is open 24 hours and your husband can realistically go buy things once baby is actually born if you need it but hey let’s buy the whole of Boots first just in case). So I bought a nasal aspirator (some websites I’ve seen them advertised as snot suckers but I like to refer to them as boogie catchers) after being advised to buy one by my friend who already as a mother was my go to person on everything baby related. But somehow i ended up with two nasal aspirators yes not one but two. Husband also bought one in what I can only describe as a beauty pouch for babies it has a hair brush and comb etc you know the essentials for the first few days ( I honestly think he panic bought it in Tesco one day after my big shop). I used to pride myself on being able to say I was the proud owner of two Louis Vuitton handbags or two pairs of Chanel sunglasses but now I get to pride myself on being the proud owner of two boogie catchers.
Have you ever seen someone walking through the park pushing a pram and painting their nails (fingers not toes now that would be impressive) well that was me today. Quite a good way to manage your time effectively although not my first choice as one it is actually not as easy as it sounds and two you don’t half get some funny looks from other fellow park goers. I tried to paint my nails this morning but of course as soon as the polish was on Flynn decided to wake up early hence no drying time what so ever resulting in smudged nails. Then he decided he didn’t want to nap in the afternoon so to the park it was (mummy tip: a walk around the park equals guaranteed sleep for a baby) Now walking around the park on a brisk sunny day with a sleeping baby is very enjoyable and relaxing unfortunately when you have a million and one things to do it suddenly becomes the opposite as you can’t get any of them done. So this is how I ended up painting my nails whilst pushing the pram around the park. Multi tasking at its best.
Just to say I have a Birthday party to go to tonight so it’s not that I just fancied pretty coloured nails it’s more of a needs must situation.
Last night I was up at 3 something well to be fair it was 3.52am but that’s still in the 3’s and that’s officially still the night time. I know it was 3.52 as my phone sits by my pillow and it’s the first thing I look at when I hear a noise from the monitor. And that noise is Flynn. He’s awake. Now at 3.52 in the morning he shouldn’t be hungry I know this as he normally wakes these days (he’s a few days short of 8 months old) between 5.30 and 6am for a little bottle before settling back down for a further snooze until anywhere between 7 and 8am (8 being my favourite days!). So he’s not self settling something I’ve spent a while ‘trying’ to train him to do. I go in by 4am (I’m a complete wuss with this whole Cry It Out business) and give him a little cuddle. He’s knawing my arm poor little thing is teething. As I gently rock him back to sleep he’s slowly giving me a selection of love bites down my left arm and my mind goes out to all the new mums, the ones of complete newborns, and memories flood back of total sleepless nights and I realise how things have changed over the months. So new mums out there don’t despair it does get better. Eventually. But u do get the odd blip tonight being one of mine but then you think who cares my little boy needs me and if a cuddle from his mum makes it all better (and a spot of bongela on those teething gums) then my role in life is found. I’m there for that cuddle in the middle of the night I can do that, I want to comfort you.
Now who’s there to cuddle and comfort me back to sleep at 5am when Flynns back sound asleep. Husband’s laying there snoring his head off.