Well I guess I need to start somewhere, so here it goes. It has been nearly 3 years since I became a mummy to a wonderful little boy who melts my heart and fills me with joy everyday (there are days where there is projectile vomit and mega tantrums but rough with the smooth right!). We had plans, we read every book and I mean every book, searched the web daily, downloaded the aps - the wonder years was a great one! We went to NCT classes, we were ready we knew what we were doing right?? Wrong!!!
My little boy was not going to do what everyone and everything was telling us to do and I knew from the first few days back home that I would need to find our way through this parenting thing and not everyone else's. In short what that looks like is breastfeeding on demand, co-sleeping, not stressing that he only eats sausages (skin off) and sweetcorn.
Nearly 3 years in he spends a very large amount of time in our bedroom, he still breastfeeds and he is your quintessential fussy eater. We have had massive highs and lows during this time, immense struggles as a family which I will tell you about in time and I have felt very alone in a world that has very specific expectations of what our children should be doing and when they should be doing it.
I want to write this all down so that those of you out there who wince at the idea of crying it out, that worry your child isn't normal (what a horrible word that can be) that you are most definitely not alone. I have also realised that if you stay true to yourself and are honest you will find kindred spirits, soul sisters so to speak, so keep doing what you are doing mummies (and daddies).