Postpartum weightloss day 2Β 

I’m actually quite proud of myself that I stuck it out and yesterday I made myself another ‘no cook’ healthy snack Box lunch! This one was even more yummier than the last..


What it’s made of..

  • Homemade wrap (1 tablespoon goats cheese, handful of spinach leaves, 3 slices of qourn chicken, topped with 30g of salsa on Mediterranean tortilla bread) 
  • 10 walnuts 
  • Cucumber slices (60g)
  • Red pepper sticks (100g) 
  • A babybel (Stolen from my toddlers snacks) 

The other stuff..

  • 463 calories 
  • 17.2g Fat
  • 48.5g Carbs
  • 16.3g Protein

I stuck to a healthy porridge for breakfast although wanted my usual toast SO SO bad. Although I was naughty and had a mcflurry in the afternoon as it was just so hot! Ah well, small baby steps.. 

Outfit of the week

So this weekend we have faced a new dilemma.. what to wear during a heatwave that is breastfeeding friendly and minimises two sweaty bodies making each other even more sweaty πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚.

 I will save you all from witnessing what I’ve been wearing this past weekend, so here is an outfit from earlier on in the week, before the heatwave kicked in. 

A light cotton t-shirt from Zara, with some New look jeggings, with some comfy sandals from Asos πŸ˜. 


All of the summer clothes sales have started but I am trying my very best to avoid looking online as it really is time I did something about my baby weight! From tomorrow I am actually starting a healthy eating plan! Wish me luck.. 

Outfit of the week..Β 

Soo last week I slipped up and didn’t do an outfit post.. blame the two mini men in my life, so hard to catch a break and even harder to get anybody to take a photo for you when you spend the majority of your time with two little people! 

But this week I’m back on it.. here is my favourite breastfeeding friendly outfit of the week.. an oversized cropped sweater from Zara, paired with some high wasted jeans by Monki. I’m officially a mum now I’m in high waisted jeans.. they do a great thing by sucking EVERYTHING in, but I’m still not used to the new wider looking me πŸ˜‚. 

By wearing a vest top underneath the crop it was so easy to feed in and so discreet. Wish I had known about this easy way to feed with baby number one! Oh well, you live and you learn. Have a lovely weekend people, let’s keep our fingers crossed for more sun! 

My new diaper bag

When I first started to think about my ‘must have’ items for baby number 2’s arrival, top of my list was a new nappy bag. I had long given up on my Pacapod, it was hard to adjust, didn’t fit as a rucksack and was too small. I knew I would need a bigger bag with more room to carry essentials for both babies so off I went on the hunt for a new mum bag! 

With a toddler who was reluctant to walk and a newborn, I knew that it was essential that I had my hands free, and so I was set on getting a rucksack. The other factors I considered were  practicality of organising and fitting everything in (the pods concept in the pacapod just didn’t work for me), and style as I still want to look half decent sometimes! 

I was pretty much set on getting a Tiba + Marl. They make stylish mum bags and you’d never guess they were for storing nappies at first (or second) glance. I originally opted for the quilted Elwood but didn’t love the fabric, so I switched it for the Elwood in black. It’s pricey at Β£130 but I justified the purchase by reminding myself that I had barely brought any new things for baby number two! 

I’ve only been using it for 7 weeks but I love it already. It’s super lightweight even packed full with essentials for both babies, it has various compartments and pockets to make it easy to organise, a built in shoulder bag/purse for my essentials (keys, money, phone & lippy) and it looks G R E A T! 

I don’t fumble around trying to find what I need in a mad panic, as I have everything organised in the different sections, this is so helpful when I have two little monkeys causing chaos. It’s big enough to carry extra everything’s so I don’t have to repack my bag every time we go out. So far I love it and love the way it looks and I’m so glad I decided to treat myself. As always, il leave you with some pics.. 


Welcoming baby number 2.. my birth storyΒ 

With my first baby, we were in the midst of renovating and moving house so I was in no rush for my monkey to make an appearance. Well this time being heavily pregnant with a toddler (who had just learnt to walk), and being more ‘prepared’ (if that’s even possible), meant that I was counting down the arrival of my little munchkin from around 36 weeks pregnant…Do not listen to people who tell you second babies arrive sooner, it will only make you feel disheartened, and the wait feel even longer!

I laboured at home for the majority of my last labour and coped well with a ‘mama’ tens machine and bouncy ball. I got to hospital when I was 9cm dialated which I was quite chuffed about.. so surely second time round was going to be even easier.. or so I thought!

My contractions started on Friday evening but they were short, only lasting around 30 seconds, and very bearable. So much so I managed to sleep okay at night, but woke in the early hours as the pain was increasing and then didn’t go back to sleep. I now know this was a bad idea and I should have got as much sleep as possible…

My husband was home and my mum and sister had come over, so my monkey was well taken care of for the day. I spent the day upstairs, out of sight of my toddler, catching up on eastenders with my tens machine on and half heartedly using the bouncy ball. I kept thinking that the contractions were no way near as bad as last time, but put this down to the fact that last time I experienced back labour and it killed.

By the evening, the frequency and pain had intensified but was still very manageable. But, having had them for 24 hours at this point, I was convinced I must be almost ready for labour, as surely labour second time round is supposed to be quicker?! My contractions were every 3-4 minutes so off we went to hospital to be examined. After allll that, I was a measley 2cm dialated! I was gutted, although I was laughing and joking through the contractions so should have expected it really. The midwife did say that although I was only 2cm, my cervix had thinned out considerably and was in a good position (not posterior if I remember correctly) so I had ‘done all the hard work already’. She said she thought I’d be back by 1am and I’d have a baby by the morning… hmm. So at around 10pm we left the hospital in search of some nice food.

It was not our lucky night and we drove around for over an hour as everywhere we went had ran out of what we wanted or were no longer doing take aways. We settled for a greasy burger and chips and went home to eat it. My contractions were still bearable but were a lot more painful. I had stopped timing at this point as I was just getting disheartened…

I had just finished my greasy meal and was enjoying my coke (sat on my bouncy ball) talking of getting some sleep, when out of nowhere I heard something rupture in my belly followed by a huge gush. My waters had broke, it was horrible, the water kept coming! It was literally like you see in the movies and so unexpected as last time only my front waters broke, until the very end when I was too out of it to notice. Luckily mum and my sister cleared it up, helped me change clothes and off we went back to the hospital.

We joked that we had a mystic midwife as it was exactly 1am when we returned, just like she predicted. My contractions had really intensified now and I was in A LOT of pain. But when she examined me I was only 3cm.. I was SO disheartened, I felt ready to push and had contractions less than a minute apart. I wasn’t allowed to stay in the delivery suite, and could have no pain relief. Apparently even if I wanted paracetamol I would need to be admitted on to a ward… no thanks.

I really didn’t want to leave, and the midwife tried her best to let me stay, but the strict rules meant I had to leave again. I literally wouldn’t leave the room so eventually she suggested that we took a walk around the hospital for an hour then came back. So we walked for five minutes back to the waiting room, where I then told my husband and sister that I wasn’t walking anymore and didn’t want to get into the car and go back home as I was in far too much pain and this baby was coming soon.

We stayed in the waiting room for around 40 minutes while I experienced the worse contractions. I had given up on my tens machine a long time ago so was relying on my sister and husband to rub my back through the contractions. I was getting fed up of going backwards and forwards so I decided we would go back to see if my labour had progressed and if it hadn’t I’d accept it finally, and we would go home and wait it out there.

I could barely walk back to the delivery suite, and when we got there and Betty (my midwife) finally examined me (a long time after we arrived as she said she wasn’t going to this time she just wanted to observe me), I was FULLY DILATED! Woohoo! I felt like saying I told you so, but I knew it wasn’t Betty’s fault, she had tried to let me stay.

Straight away I asked for gas and air, but Betty, (and another midwife who suddenly appreared out of nowhere) said no! Great! They told me I really needed to push and get the baby out… so I tried my best, I could feel a sense of panic in the room so tried to focus on finally meeting my baby, which helped me push. Both midwives stayed in the room which added to the panic and they called for a resus kit… I knew I had to push this baby out and quickly, and 15 minutes later my beautiful baby boy was born. I laugh when I read my hospital notes as I was technically only admitted for 15 minutes… but that’s because I spent almost an hour in the corridor before hand!

My poor little munchkin was very blue and didn’t cry on his arrival but I was told he was fine… he had the umbilical chord stuck around his neck, hence the panic I had picked up on, but we got him out nice and quickly so all was fine. My baby latched on straight away but I was so tired that I was falling asleep whilst he had the world’s longest feed. I kept nodding off, only to be rudely awoken by somebody stiching me up (great another tear, I thought, how unlucky am I). I had lost a lot of blood so was told to shower up then get some rest but that I would be going home by lunchtime.

I couldn’t wait to get home, baby was checked over and given the all clear so now I was just waiting on a blood test and then we could leave. I waited hours and hours for the test and finally had it late afternoon, to be told at 8pm that I had to stay overnight as I had lost a lot of blood and was at risk of a blood clot. I was gutted, I wanted to get home and I knew my toddler would be missing me. I was cheered up a little by the Nando’s the husband hand delivered to the hospital (a Nando’s post labour is turning into a tradition). All was well the next day and we were able to go home and spend some time as a family of four 😍😍.

My beautiful baby boy was born on Sunday 18th February at 4.48am, weighing 7 lbs and 4 oz (much bigger than we were expecting)… I am now officially outnumbered by my 3 boys πŸ’™.