Hello, darlings!

Welcome back to the blog, it’s so lovely to have you here. I am currently curled up on the sofa in my comfiest hoodie, sipping a proper cup of Yorkshire tea (milk first, of course), while my little one is finally down for a nap. There’s a faint hum of the washing machine in the background, and I’m praying it doesn’t wake her.

Today, we’re diving into a subject that’s equal parts beautiful and bonkers: motherhood and postpartum life. Before I became a mum, I genuinely thought postpartum was just about feeling a bit knackered and maybe wearing maternity leggings for a few extra weeks. But oh no, love, it’s a full-blown lifestyle adjustment. Think of it as being handed a VIP ticket to the “Exhaustion Olympics” while also being entrusted with the most precious little human. It’s intense, it’s overwhelming, and it’s absolutely the most rewarding chaos I’ve ever known.

So, in this blog post, I’m peeling back the curtain on my experience. I’ll be talking about the challenges, the moments that made me laugh (and cry), and the pressure of “snapping back” after pregnancy. Oh, and of course, we’ll get into the big question everyone seems to ask: Am I planning on having more kids? Spoiler alert—it’s a bit like deciding whether to jump on a rollercoaster for the second time. You know it’s thrilling, but you also remember how dizzy you felt the first time around.

Grab a biscuit (or an entire packet—no judgment here), and let’s have a proper talk about all things motherhood.

Postpartum Challenges

Becoming a mum is a bit like stepping into a brand-new world—a world where you’re constantly juggling nappies, and bottles, and trying to remember the last time you had a proper sit-down meal. For me, the transition into motherhood wasn’t exactly the dreamy picture you see in nappy adverts, where everyone’s smiling and there’s soft piano music in the background. Don’t get me wrong; holding my baby for the first time was pure magic, but the physical and emotional toll that followed was… well, let’s just say it wasn’t quite as Instagram-worthy.

The lack of sleep hit me first—like a tonne of bricks, to be honest. I’d heard the warnings: “Sleep when the baby sleeps!” they said. But nobody tells you that when your baby finally nods off, you’re left staring at the washing pile or Googling things like “Is it normal for a newborn to sneeze so much?” Then there’s the constant need for attention from your baby. It’s this beautiful, overwhelming feeling of being their whole world, but also wondering if you’ll ever finish a cup of tea while it’s still hot again. And let’s not forget the recovery—healing from childbirth while keeping a tiny human alive is a feat that deserves its own Olympic medal.

I also wrestled with body image. After giving birth, my body felt like it had been through a storm (and, let’s face it, it had). Everywhere I turned, there were subtle pressures to “snap back”—you know, fit into pre-pregnancy jeans, look like you’ve just strolled off a film set. But the reality? My body had just created life, and it needed time to heal. Recovery wasn’t a straight line; some days I felt like I could conquer the world, and other days I could barely make it through the day without feeling like a zombie. It took patience, a good cry here and there, and learning to love my new self one step at a time.

Snapping Back: My Approach

Let’s talk about this “snapping back” business. It’s one of those ideas that sound great in theory but is completely bonkers in real life. I mean, how are you supposed to “snap back” when you’re running on two hours of sleep and surviving on toast and tea? Instead of rushing to fit into my old jeans, I decided to focus on getting stronger and healthier—not for some magazine-perfect image, but because I wanted to feel like me again.

For me, that meant simple things: eating well (as much as you can with one hand while holding a baby with the other), gentle walks in the park with the pram, and eventually easing into a bit of exercise. And here’s a revelation—showering uninterrupted became the height of luxury. Honestly, there’s nothing quite like stepping out of a shower, wrapping up in a fluffy towel, and feeling like you’ve got your life together (even if it’s only for 10 minutes before the next nappy change).

I also leaned on my support system—family, friends, and, of course, my faith. There were days when I needed to hear, “You’re doing an amazing job,” even if I didn’t feel it. Mental health is just as important as physical health, and taking the time to breathe, rest, and even have a little cry made all the difference.

More Kids? What’s the Plan?

Now, onto the question, everyone seems to ask: “So, are you having another?” It’s funny how people assume you’ve got it all figured out when you’re still working out how to leave the house on time with baby number 1. My husband and I are still having those late-night chats about whether our family should grow. Some days, the idea of another little one sounds lovely, like imagining a house full of laughter and mischief. Other days, I think about how much energy it takes just to keep up with one tiny whirlwind, and I wonder if I’m ready to double the chaos.

Right now, we’re soaking up this season—watching our little one’s first steps, hearing her giggles, and relishing the way she looks at us like we hung the moon. We’re praying and talking about the future, but we’re also content in this moment. Adding to the family is a blessing, but it’s one we want to approach with open hearts and readiness to give each child the love and attention they deserve.

Tackling the Postpartum Journey with Grace

Motherhood has been the ultimate teacher—messy, humbling, and filled with surprises that make you laugh one minute and cry the next. The postpartum period wasn’t just about figuring out nappies and night feeds; it was about trying to remember who I was in the middle of the chaos. Some days, I felt like a superhero in a milk-stained cape, and other days… well, I was just proud to have brushed my teeth before noon.

Behind the sweet Instagram-worthy snapshots of adorable baby outfits and sleepy cuddles was the real story: me, trying to juggle a clingy newborn, a towering pile of laundry that I swore had grown overnight, and an unholy amount of toast crumbs on the sofa. I quickly learned that the fantasy of a tidy home and a calm routine was just that—a fantasy. The reality was a little more “mum in pyjamas at 3 p.m.” than “mum bossing it at all hours.”

But here’s the thing—when it all felt overwhelming, I held onto the truth of Isaiah 40:29 (NIV): “He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.” That verse became my lifeline during those nights when the baby wouldn’t settle, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept for more than three hours. Every cry and every cuddle reminded me that God’s strength was carrying me through—even when I felt I couldn’t carry myself.

Of course, the doubts crept in, as they do for all of us. Am I doing enough? Should I know what this cry means by now? Was that an actual smile or just wind? But God’s Word reassures us in 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV): “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” That reminder helped me let go of the impossible standards I’d set for myself and focus on what truly mattered—loving my baby, showing up (even with messy hair), and trusting that God’s grace would fill in the gaps.

For all the mums out there knee-deep in nappies and lukewarm tea, know that you’re doing brilliantly. It’s okay if the laundry pile looks like Mount Everest or dinner turns out to be Weetabix at 8 p.m. (again). Motherhood isn’t about nailing every detail; it’s about being there—milk-stained clothes and all.

So, let’s have a giggle together at the absurdity of it all. Tell me your funniest postpartum moment—did you ever lose your keys and find them in the fridge? Or maybe you called your baby by the cat’s name in a sleep-deprived haze? Whatever it is, I want to hear it. Because if there’s one thing we mums need, it’s a little humour, a lot of love, and the reassurance that we’re all figuring it out, one imperfect day at a time. ❤️

 

And there you have it, my loves—a little window into my world of motherhood and the wild postpartum ride. If you’re imagining me typing this while dodging sticky toddler fingers and sipping on what is now a cold cup of tea, you’re absolutely spot on. Real talk: this blog post was written in approximately four sittings, with several snack breaks, a nappy change, and a game of “hide-and-seek the remote” in between. Motherhood is nothing if not multitasking at its finest!

As for the big question—will there be more little ones in the future? Honestly, it’s something my husband and I are still thinking about. Some days, I think, “Yes, let’s have another baby!” And then there are days when I’m just trying to remember where I put my own shoes amidst the chaos. For now, we’re soaking in this season of life, cherishing the little giggles, sticky kisses, and the way she looks at us like we’re her entire world. It’s exhausting, but it’s also magic.

Thank you so much for joining me today and for letting me share my journey with you. Whether you’re a new mum, a seasoned pro, or just here for the laughs, I hope this post has reminded you that you’re not alone in this crazy, beautiful motherhood adventure.

Now it’s over to you—what’s been your biggest postpartum surprise? Do you have any funny or heartfelt stories to share? And if you’re considering expanding your family, what’s on your mind? Let’s keep the conversation going because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that we mums are stronger when we share, support, and laugh together.

Until next time, darling—keep the tea flowing, and the biscuits stocked, and remember, you’re doing an amazing job.

Sending blessings to you!

Scherise. X