From Prada To Pampers

When I was in full time employment I always said I couldn't wait to be on Maternity leave one day. I thought babies slept for most of the day and I'd go shopping and for lunch with my friends. Instead the reality is that it can be quite boring and very lonely. My day usually starts off around 5am (if I haven't slept much then my night and day have rolled into one and I'm 50% Coffee and 50% Dry Shampoo) I drag myself out of bed and bring Mason downstairs for his breakfast - you guessed it MILK. I've recently started putting on baby TV to keep him occupied for 10 minutes which feels like an hour for me. Those of you who say it's not good for them well neither is a Mummy who is at her wits end. We all do it so give me a break! Feeding can take from 20 minutes to 40 depending on 1) how hungry he is 2) his bloody stubborn trapped wind 3) if he decides to throw himself from side to side whilst feeding (WTH) We then have a winding session, I try to pu

Okay so we all know labour will hurt, but OH MY GOD does it hurt!! For those of you who are yet to experience labour (count yourselves lucky) it is like no pain you have ever felt in your entire lives. Think of the worst pain ever, toothache? breaking a limb? Falling in love with a Hermes bag you can't afford? and then double it and then double it ten times over. May the Universe bless the person who invented the epidural. But as bad as it is labour is the easy part. Before I was pregnant I often imagined life as a parent but I always envisioned my child as a toddler, I don't know why I never thought of a newborn in my daydreams of motherhood. I always dreamt of them playing on the beach, going for coffee's and babychino's, their first day of school etc always a happy scenario which now seems like a million miles away from my reality. Once I fell pregnant I imagined a sleeping little angel who slept in his gorgeous nursery we built, I imagined lovely winter walks

As I approached my mid 20's I started feeling more attracted and interested in the photos my Insta friends were posting of their beautiful babies. I started to feel a small twinge of jealousy when I'd scroll past the obligatory pumpkin patch photos every Autumn, the mini range rovers they'd buy for their one year olds and the matching mummy and daughter outfits at Christmas, so cute yet so cringe.  Now looking back this was a slow transition for me as I partied very hard for 6 years of my life, Weekends of Prosecco and Parties mostly in my Kitchen with my two best (only) friends.   But then I met the love of my life James now my very handsome but much neglected baby daddy and so naturally I started feeling broody.  After a year (6 months) of being together I'd drop subtle yet psychotic hints of having a baby so like most men would do he bought me a puppy, Chewy Vuitton - the new love of my life!  Chewy Vuitton my first born At fir

Brief 411 on me Name - Gulshah (but really pushing to be known as Gigi)  Age - 27  Occupation - Currently on Mat leave was a HR Coordinator (did you actually think I was going to write Full time Mummy...sick!) Children - 1 (a beautiful boy named Mason) Location - Physically - London/ Spiritually - Beverly Hills Spirit Animal - Kim Kardashian Since becoming a mum I've realised it's like there's a big cover up, some kind of weird conspiracy going on where the truth of motherhood and having a baby is kept a secret.  Online there's a huge amount of parents who love being sleep deprived, surviving off kenco filter coffee, having greasy hair and basically lying about having a shit time when their baby won't settle. I'll be honest reading all of it made me feel pretty crap, due to being in a High Dependency unit after my labour I didn't have that first connection and amazing bond I had read about for 9 months. For me it was physic