Friday, 31 March 2017

Review | Mamas and Papas Magic Stargaze Playmat Review

When you're pregnant with your first child, people will always be willing to give/ buy you stuff. A lot of people always want brand new for their first born, but I wasn't too fussy. George had a brand new pram, clothes and furniture for his bedroom and I was happy with that. We were even offered a playmat which was in immaculate condition and we loved it. 

Two and a half years on, I'm not entirely sure what happened to that playmat (in fact, we had two which both seem to have got lost in our spare room). It was when I was scrolling through Facebook that I saw an advert for a grey playmat which I just fell in love with, but couldn't bring myself to part with the money for it, as it was literally just a mat on its own. Beautiful, but not really worth the money! It was then that I decided I wanted to buy a grey playmat because well, I really like grey and I had my heart set on this gorgeous grey one that I couldn't justify.

 After a bit of Googling, I came across the Mamas and Papas Magic Stargaze Playmat and I was instantly drawn to the colours! Have I mentioned I love grey and mustard? The price tag was pretty hefty for a playmat so I did a bit of research before purchasing it. Every review I read was glowing so I popped it into my basket and waited eagerly for its arrival. 

As soon as it came, George and I set it up immediately and weren't disappointed. It is pretty straightforward to assemble, the mat has two poles which need inserting into the tent part (sorry, I really don't know how else to describe it) which was quite fiddly but easy enough. Once the poles were in place, I just clipped them to the mat, positioned the tent part and it was ready to go!  

The Magic Stargaze Playmat comes with two music packs, one that plays soothing music and the other has the option to insert your phone and play your own music, we had the Wicked soundtrack on there on our first go! I think you can also puchase additional packs. There's just a little cable that goes into the headphone socket of your phone and a pouch for it to sit in. So easy! When the toys are hit or kicked, the tune changes and a light show plays accordingly, there is even a button at the bottom for feet which also makes changes to the rhythym. Henry really loves watching the lights and listening to the music, and even George has a good go! There are buttons to adjust the volume so you can have it as loudly or as quietly as you want and the on/off switch is so easy to do that most of the time I just ask George to switch it off for me. Perfect for when you're trying to settle your over stimulated newborn!

The mat also comes with a mirror, toys to dangle and an additional hook for your own toys, which can be hooked anywhere as there are plenty of loops for different options. There is also a detachable, crescent pillow ideal for tummy time which we strongly encourage in our house.

The Magic Stargaze Mat is amazing for sensory play and so worth the price tag! I thought it would be difficult to put away due to the big tent part but in fact, it's no harder than a standard playmat. If you're looking for something for your newborn then I highly recommend this! 

What playmat does your baby have?

Rachael xo

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Top 10 | Things I Swore I'd Never Do As a Parent

Let's face it, we all have ideas of what we will be like when we become parents, but realistically we're all just winging it! I like to think I know what I'm doing but really I don't have a clue, I'm just finding what works for us. Don't get me wrong, I've been doing this parenting shit for 2 and a half years so I think I've got a pretty good grasp on it but I'm still adjusting to life with 2 babies! Here's a list of 10 things I swore I'd never do as a parent. 

1. Let George eat a sausage roll in his pram 
I used to see kids in my local town centres scoffing sausage rolls whilst being pushed around in their pram and thought 'oh my god, how common!' Now, George can often be seen in his pram and scoffing a sausage roll. I call it a Birkenhead dummy! 
2. Swear in front of my kids 
I'm common, I'm from Birkenhead (a small town near Liverpool - Google it), and I swear like a sailor! I always vowed I would never swear in front of my children and whilst I do try to make a conscious effort not to do this, I often slip up. Especially when Pete has pissed me off! 

3.  Co-Sleep
Yes, yes, we have all been lectured on the dangers of co-sleeping and SIDS but George used to get in our bed all the time! Not when he was a newborn but when he was a couple of months old. We actually did this safely, he was never allowed under our duvet and we both used to sleep at the edge of the bed. Not that I ever slept properly when he was next to me but who needs sleep right? 

4. Use a buggy board
God I hate these ugly things, however, we recently bought one for George and whilst I do think they're a good idea, I still maintain that they're too bulky! I hate how they look, I hate how they stick out so far. Ugh I just hate them. We used ours this week and luckily George would rather walk.

5. Baby wearing
I used to think this was so hippy, but on recommendation from a family member, I tried it out with Henry and I love it so much. It's so convenient to pop him in the sling and not have to worry about dressing him to go outside. 

6. Go to baby groups
When I had G, I was a bit of a snob and turned my nose at the thought of talking to other mums at baby groups and to be hlonest, I quite liked it that way. Now he's a bit older, we've started going to a mums and tots on a Monday then Tumble Tots on a Saturday and I love it!  

7. Give my baby a dummy to shut him up
I'm not anti-dummy but I wasn't keen on using one in the beginning, but George was a baby who needed something to suck and Henry is the same way. I try to take George's dummy off him when I can, but admittedly I will give in if he asks for it continuously and I'm trying to get something done. Sometimes you just need a bit of a break you know? 

8. Tell my children to shut up in public
You've heard those mums screaming at their kids in the supermarket, before I had kids, I swore this was something I would never in a million years do. It's common, it's mean and it's unnecessary. I've done it many a time! Sometimes George screams for no reason, sometimes he talks on and on. I just consider it an accomplishment that I don't tell him to shut the fuck up. 

9. Give them sweets
I remember seeing mum friends give their kids sweets and judging them hard. Now George has sweets or chocolate almost every day much to his dad's dismay. However, he does brush his teeth twice a day and I have no fear over him becoming over weight as the only time he is still is when he's sleeping.

10. Use the telly as a third parent
Who doesn't love the telly? If half an hour of Paw Patrol lets me get a bit of housework done, then so be it. If watching Andy Day on every single programme makes George happy and teaches him about nature, it just has to be done!

What did you vow never to do when you had kids?

Rachael xo

Mum Steez | Metallics

This is a bit of a lazy post really, but I wanted to share my new favourite obsession in the form of metallic biker jackets! Recently I saw my friend Laura from Lojo Vs The World post a photo of a gorgeous metallic biker jacket and it was love at first sight so when I was browsing ASOS, I spotted one and it went straight in my basket. I'm off to Leeds at the beginning of April to be reunited with my three best friends so I'm saving it for then. Bet I don't though.

My go to mama style is pretty much jeans and pumps, I've ditched my heeled boots in favour of my trusty black Converse as they're so handy for running after a toddler and most of all practical for if I'm wearing Henry. Desperate for a pair of grey pumps, I was instantly drawn to these Vans - actually, I wanted grey suede ones but they were out of stock in my size boo! 

I live in hoodies, tshirts and jeans these days because they are just so easy to throw on and require minimal effort but I still want to look good, so a statement jacket is definitely a must have for me! Especially when I'm rocking a mum bun and am probably covered in snot or sick or some other bodily fluid. Who says mums have to dress badly? 

A decent jacket and bag will instantly transform - normally I'd throw my stuff in my Isoki changing bag, but for days out without the kids (a rarity) it's good to have a handbag and I love handbags! Pete always tells me off for the many bags I have but I'm a woman, I need them! 

What do you do to transform your mum uniform?

Rachael xo

Thursday, 23 March 2017

Health | I'm a Stressed out Mum

I'll be first to admit I'm a massive stress head. I stress over things I shouldn't stress about, I even stress before there's things to stress about and I think it has a lot to do with my anxiety, I like things to go as planned and if they don't, my anxiety levels just rise and I can become so unreasonable. I can't help it, it's just who I am, but it's something I'm working on. I'd like to think that over the years I've calmed down a bit or I've at least tried to anyway. I think us mums feels the strain more because we juggle so much and nobody wants to talk about it because everybody wants to give off the impression they're coping. 

I have a toddler, a very independent two year old boy that likes to do whatever the fuck he wants. On top of this, he's dead clever and is always looking for something new to do. This results in him often becoming bored or frustrated easily and we all know this can be disastrous. Before Henry came along, this was reasonably manageable but I'd still become stressed when George would misbehave and I was trying to get things done. I would get stressed if we were running late for something, which inevitably happens when you have little ones. I guess it's because we're never really in control are we? It's normal for kids to demand your attention but it doesn't make it an easy when there are dishes overflowing in the sink.

When I got pregnant, hormones took control, my stress levels were ten times worse. Hormones are a bitch like that aren't they? It could be that George wouldn't choose a book, or pick something up that he had thrown. Luckily, I have Laid Back Pete, who is always happy to take over in a situation like this. Crisis averted. Stress levels down. 

Then Henry came along, queue mega stress levels 24/7. When I had one kid, I maintained a tidy(ish) house (I'm not the tidiest of people at the best of times) but it was livable. Now I have two babies and oh my goodness. My stress levels have magnified by a hundred. We almost never leave the house on time, I have laundry up to my eye balls, the dishwasher is constantly whirring, there are toys scattered everywhere, and I hate it. I hate that this is out of my control, no matter what I do, things are never easy. Not that I expected it to be but as soon as I think I'm on top of everything, I blink and I'm five days behind. 

Today I got my period, the first period I've had since before Henry was born, so it's been nearly twelve months. Just when I thought my hormones were in the process of settling down after the arrival of my squishy newborn, they're back. Oh and they're back with a vengeance. I'm sore, I'm grouchy and I'm torn between wanting to eat everything in sight or kill somebody. Pete went to work late afternoon, I was on my own with both boys, bear in mind, Pete had taken George swimming in the morning, I'd had some time to myself and I'd even had a bath. Well as soon as he went to work, both boys kicked off (I'm sure kids can sense when you're on your own - bastards!) and I could have cried. In fact, I snapped at George, my poor two year old, who wasn't misbehaving, he was just being two. I was instantly hit with a wave of mum guilt, it wasn't my boy's fault that I was miserable today. He doesn't understand about hormones and all the rest. I changed his nappy, I picked him up off his changing mat, gave him a cuddle and a big massive kiss and said "I'm sorry for being grumpy, babe." And you know what he said to me? "I'm sorry for being grumpy too. I'm sorry for waking Henry up." I nearly melted there on the spot. I didn't feel better, I felt even more guilty that I had been such a bitch. We sat on the beanbag, we cuddled and we watched a movie. I know he won't remember it. I know we have more fun times than miserable times but I don't want him to grow up and think I am a moody mummy. 

We can get so caught up in the stress of the moment, things that don't need to be stressed over, especially when it comes to our little ones. There are times when I let George run about in the garden, get muddy, get wet and don't bat an eyelid, that's childhood. So why am I so bothered if he accidentally makes a mess when he's eating (sometimes he does it on purpose, but not always)? 

I have been trying to control my stress levels - some days are easier than others but the thing I always remember is they are just babies. Babies that need their mummy and I love being their mummy. Some days I could cry because I just want one day to myself, a day where I don't want to answer to the name mummy and I will complain about it (mostly to Pete) but the truth is, I wouldn't want it any other way. I've probably said to Pete about a hundred times "no more kids - I hate them" today alone. Do I mean it? Well I'm not ready to get my tubes tied just yet ;) 

How do you deal with stress as a mum?

Rachael xo

Wishing | Grey and Mustard Wishlist

Do you know what, I live in clothes from Primark, my boys live in things from supermarkets (clothes - not potato sacks) but every now and then I'll have a little splurge in Next and their Spring range never fails to impress me. George had an absolutely gorgeous little collection from there which I can't wait to dig out and pass on to Henry for when the weather brightens up. 

It's no secret that I am a massive lover of grey (seriously, see my Instagram), a colour that goes with everything, but I adore it with mustard! Naturally, when I saw this collection in Next I fell head over heels for it and I want to buy it all. I added this all to my basket on Monday only to find out Pete has misplaced our vouchers but I love it that much, I might just have to buy it anyway. Seriously, how gorgeous? 

You can shop the collection here*

 Rachael xo

*not a sponsored post - I just really loved it and it is high up on my wishlist!

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Family | 10 Things I'd Like This Mother's Day

With Mother's Day fast approaching (this being my third, I know, how do I almost have a three year old?!) I thought I'd compose a list of 10 things I'd like this Mother's Day. Since becoming a mum of two, I barely get any time to myself, that was only to be expected though when I decided to have two babies! Although my boys (Pete) will have put a lot of thought into my present, there are somethings money just can't buy, so here are the things I'd most like this Mother's Day:

1. A lie in! This is every mama's dream yes?

2. The ability to drink a cuppa before it goes cold.

3. To have a song other than the theme tune to Paw Patrol stuck in my head.

4. Following on from that, to watch anything other than Paw Patrol.

5. Time to straighten my unruly hair.

6. To not wash and sterilise bottles - seriously, I hate that job.

7. Not to change a shitty nappy.

8. A meal cooked for me - since joining Slimming World, I've taken over cooking duties.

9. Time to read a book. I miss reading.

10. Not to be roared at - George really thinks he's a dinosaur.

So there you have it, a list of 10 things I'd like this Mother's Day. 
What would you like most this Mother's Day? 

Rachael xo

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Family | The Importance of One on One Time

For two whole years, George has been the centre of our world, and when I say 'our' I don't just mean, mine and Pete's, I mean everybodys. He was the first grandchild, the first great grandchild and the first great nephew. Needless to say, my entire family were besotted and I am so lucky in the fact my family have always looked after George, whether I be in work or not. I loved being a mum of one and to be honest, I wasn't ready for baby number two just yet (now Henry is here, I wouldn't have it any other way of course). I was worried I wouldn't be able to get the balance just right, splitting myself in two and having to share myself with someone else just as demanding as my toddler. That's why one on one time is so important to little ones. My friend recently went from one to two and she advised me that spending one on one time is so important for first borns so they still get your undivded attention, so we started implenting this when Henry came home from hospital. 

Pete would take George swimming or to the park and I would enjoy some time at home with Henry (mostly sleeping) and it was great. Then Pete went back to work and I was left with the two boys on my own, daunting right? Luckily, I knew what to expect because so many people had warned me how hard it would be. How was I going to give George as much attention as I had done before the arrival of his new baby brother? 

I try to keep him included in everything I do when it comes to the baby, asking George to bring me nappies/ wipes etc and making a big deal out of how he's my special helper. Sometimes though, this doesn't work because you know, two year olds are a law unto themselves. I will be the first to admit I am a massive stress head and there are days when George rattles my cage, for example, one day last week, he was just in one of those horrible toddler moods. You know the ones? Throwing toys in temper, smacking and refusing to do just about anything. My nan had offered to take Henry out for the day and when she arrived to pick him up, I cried on her about how horrible my toddler was. I didn't mean it, I was stressed, he was acting out because he wanted attention. 

When my nan left and I'd calmed down, George and I left the house and headed to soft play (which annoyingly was closed). George was NOT happy - obviously, but when he settled down he asked if we could go feed the ducks, so that's what we went to do. Four wasted train journeys later, we were back in our local park and going on an adventure as George liked to call it. We fed ducks, got chased by geese, climbed rocks, went on the swings, ate ice cream, played hide and seek and then ran in all the mud (my shoes still need cleaning ugh). It was amazing, we had such a lovely day and my two year old wasn't terrible, he was a dream. No tantrums leaving the park (as he was mostly bribed with the promise of a bath with mummy when he got home). And that's exactly what we did, we came home and splashed each other in the bath followed by lots of cuddles. It was perfect. It was like it was before Henry was born and George loved having his mummy all to himself. 

If Henry is on my knee and George is crying, he will tell me to put Henry in his basket so he can cuddle me. There are also times when George is upset so I make the effort to give Henry to his dad and make sure that I am there to comfort George and I want George to know this. That's why one on one time is so important and we love it. Plus, it's so much easier looking after one child - win win situation! 

What's your favourite thing to do with your little one?

Rachael xo

Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Health | My PCOS Story

I recently attended an evening with Giovanna Fletcher where she spoke about her new book, Happy Mum, Happy Baby. It was here I learned of her struggle with PCOS and I couldn't relate more to what she was saying. It was such a relief to hear of another person who had gone through the same thing I had. So what is PCOS? PCOS stands for polycystic ovary syndrome. PCOS is actually a hormone imbalance whereby the body produces too much insulin and testosterone. That's my understanding of it anyway! After hearing of Giovanna's experience I wanted to share my PCOS Story:

I've always known I wanted to become a mum and if I could, I would have liked to have been younger than 24 when I did. However, age doesn't really matter because it's when you're in the right position to start a family that's important. I digress. Pete and I had been together for two years when we made the decision to become parents, so in January 2013, I came off the pill. That's when my problems started and my PCOS story begins. 

After coming off the pill, I put on a bit of weight and my periods were really heavy and irregular. On the day of our engagement party, Mother Nature paid me a visit and after 2 months of no periods, she was back with a vengeance. Typical! I told my mum and she said my symptoms weren't normal and she expected I could have endometriosis so with that I went to see a doctor. 

The doctor I saw was a bit uncertain but suggested PCOS to which my mum challenged as I wasn't displaying any of the typical symptoms such as, excessive weight gain, hair growth on my face, chest and bum and acne. He then went for a second opinion from a doctor who had specialised in that area who then backed him up. I was informed I'd need blood tests to confirm this and they had to be done on certain days of my menstrual cycle. Therefore, I had to wait for another period to make an appearance which of course, one never. A second trip to the doctors resulted in me being given a pill to induce a period so the tests could be done.

By this time 9 months had passed, I still had no baby and no diagnosis. I felt defeated and betrayed by my own body. I would see baby announcements almost every day (or so it seemed) and would see newborn babies everywhere I looked. I was miserable. I so desperately wanted to become a mum and it was devastating. Eventually scans and blood tests confirmed I did have PCOS and I was referred to a consultant who prescribed a horrible drug, Metformin. It's actually a drug given to diabetics as it controls insulin but it also helps balance hormones (I think, again that's my understanding of it). The side effects were horrendous, I was nauseous all the time and had no appetite but I kept at it. I started taking Metformin early November time and must have fallen pregnant instantly! 

I remember on Christmas Eve, Pete had made himself a curry and the smell turned my stomach. I just put the nausea down to the medication and didn't give it a second thought. It wasn't until I complained of having sore boobs to my mum that I then took a pregnancy test. Even then I still didn't think I could be pregnant. Due to it being late in the evening (around 10pm) the test was taking ages for anything to show up. I didn't even tell Pete I was taking a test! I went to bed with the pregnancy test on my bedside table, so the first thing I did when I woke up was check it. I almost died of shock when I saw two lines. I woke Pete up saying "I need another pregnancy test, I think I'm pregnant!" It was so exciting but I was so scared the test was a false positive. After all, how could I be pregnant when I hadn't had a period for months? Luckily, it only took us less than a year to get pregnant and there was talks of me going on another drug later on if the Metformin wasn't working for us. 

My story has a happy ending and I even got pregnant with Henry naturally. Infertility is a bitch but there is light at the end of the tunnel if you do have PCOS. There was a time when I was so consumed with self-hatred and now I am blessed with 2 beautiful boys. PCOS isn't something you hear of very often as it doesn't seem to be talked about but it affects 1 in 10 women! It can be really distressing to hear you may not be able to conceive but there are so many success stories out there and I'm one of them. Modern science is a truly wonderful thing. If you are struggling, just know, there are others out there just like you. Find someone to talk to and don't suffer through it alone. 

Rachael xo

Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Family | Becoming the Dreaded 'Baby Bore'

Hands up if, before you came a ma, you were guilty of accusing someone of being a baby bore! I'm so, so guilty of this. There was a time (when I was younger) I'd scroll through Facebook, see another baby related photo or status and think "fuck off, not again!" I'd even go as far as hiding that person from appearing in my news feed so I wouldn't have to see it. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I was a baby hater, I've always loved kids, I just did not want to hear about other people's children all the time. I even vowed this would never happen to me, I would never be that person that just talked about their kids constantly. My mum would always tell me off for using the term 'baby bore' and justify it by saying "she's just proud" and I'd shrug it off, what do ma's know anyway? 

Ha! How times have changed. If you were my friend on Facebook you'd call me the biggest hypocrite known to man. Not only do I post photos and statuses about the boys, I have a blog dedicated to them don't I? Until you become a mum, I guess you don't really understand how amazing being a parent is. Every little thing your bundle of joy does is new, exciting and you guessed it, proud! My mum was right - she usually is.

I want to share all the new things my boys do, I want to share photos of how gorgeous they are and I could gush about them all day to anyone that would listen (most of the time anyway, sometimes I wanna rip my own ears off but it's called balance init?) So if you're worried about posting too many photos or statuses of your baby in fear that others will think you're boring, fuck them. Seriously. You're proud and that's okay! 

To all the none parents out there, we don't do it on purpose! It's not because we have nothing else to talk about (okay some days that isn't true) it's because we've made little humans and taught them so much and that is something to be proud of. 

Rachael xo

Monday, 6 March 2017

Family | The Real Motherhood Challenge


One thing I continue to see on Facebook these days is 'motherhood challenges' whereby a ma is tagged in a post and 'challenged' to upload a photograph that makes them proud to be a mother, they then tag other 'fabulous mummies' to participate. Is it just me or is this just not a challenge? I could go on and on about all the things that make me proud to be George and Henry's mum, just look at my Facebook and Twitter, they're practically all I talk about! 

For me, the real challenges are the things that are the hardest about being a parent. The things nobody wants to talk about on social media as they're  in fear of looking like a bad parent. Nobody said becoming a parent would be easy, so why don't we talk about the meltdowns our children had in public? 

The real motherhood challenge is listening to your toddler say "no mummy work" and your heart breaking at the thought of leaving him behind whilst you head off to work for 8 hours day.

The real motherhood challenge is explaining to your toddler that you can't go outside today because it's raining and dealing with the multiple toys that will come flying at your head in a fit of rage.

The real motherhood challenge is attempting to tidy your house that hasn't been tidied in two weeks because you both work full time and are exhausted every night, whilst your toddler is insisting on you play with him and your newborn is crying because he's colic-y

The real motherhood challenge is waking up at 3am because your child has had a nightmare and you need to console him on top of night feeds for your newborn.

The real motherhood challenge is adjusting to life with a newborn after it being two years of you and your gorgeous toddler.

It is far too easy to become self involved and want to show off to others about how wonderful our lives are and paint this perfect picture, when in fact, the lives we share on social media only show a small percentage of how we actually live. At the moment, my living room is full of toys, the dishwasher needs fillings, I have a laundry pile as big as an elephant (clean and dirty) but wouldn't be showing you Instagram photographs of that. Maybe there's a niche there, who knows?

Rachael xo

Sunday, 5 March 2017

Health | Fed is Best


We all know that breast is best when it comes to feeding our babies, after all it's something that's hammered into us when we're preggers. You will see signs in every hallway at all your antenatal appointments, you'll hear it from your midwife and health visitor who will give you loads of leaflets and explain the benefits. When you go into labour, you will be asked how you'll be feeding and once again when your baby is born. Yes, breast is best and whilst I wholeheartedly agree that everybody should try breastfeeding, sometimes it is not always the case for new mums to do this. I truly believe that fed is best.

When I fell pregnant with George, my mum (the midwife) told me strictly that I'd be breastfeeding my baby and while I protested I eventually came round to the idea after hearing of all the benefits, much to my mum's delight. I told the midwife who was looking after me during my antenatal care and the health visitor that I'd be breastfeeding and even bought a breast pump to express my milk. I mean, don't get me wrong, we still bought bottles and a steriliser "just in case" but always be prepared, right?

Finally, George came into the world and again, I was asked how I'd be feeding him. With my answer, George was placed onto my chest so we could establish feeding but unfortunately he had a slight tongue tie and was unable to latch on properly. After a few hours my mum asked if I'd like to give him a bottle as he hadn't eaten so I agreed without ever second guessing myself.

During my time in hospital I did try a few more times to breastfeed but George wasn't having any of it. I was kept in for three days and when my mum asked why, they said it was for breastfeeding support despite me telling them I was no longer breastfeeding. I never once felt pressured by the midwives though which could have something to do with them all knowing my mum but who knows?

When I went into labour with Henry, the midwife who delivered him, asked how I'd been feeding so I told her upfront "I'm going to give breastfeeding a go but at 10lb 10oz there's no way I'll keep up with that so it's likely to be bottle." She nodded and left me to it. I tried to feed Henry and again he had trouble latching on. After 5 minutes, I asked my mum to get me a bottle for him and nobody questioned me. Some people might think I gave up to easy as breastfeeding is hard but I know my body best and knew this wasn't something I could do.

Recently on a public Facebook thread regarding feeding, I received the below comment and I instantly thought "not today, Satan":

This is the first time I've ever been judged for choosing to give my babies formula and god did it annoy me! How dare this person who I have never met question how I feed my children. She doesn't know me or my story so who is she to judge?

There is so much pressure on mums to breastfeed these days and I know so many who feel guilty that they're unable to so let me tell you this, from one mum to another, FED is best. If I didn't give my babies formula, there is a good chance they wouldn't be here! My first reaction to her comment was "should I starve my babies then?" I don't react to trolls very well it seems.

If you are unable to breastfeed, hell if you don't want to breastfeed then so what? Do not let anybody make you feel bad for how you feed your baby! At the end of the day, a fed baby is a happy baby and that is the most important thing regardless of whether that milk came from you or a cow!

Rachael xo