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Bridget McNulty Posts

We are all (actually) alike

One of the things I like most about being a Mom is how it cuts through all the differences. No matter where you’re from or what you look like or what you do for a living, if you have a child who’s a similar age to mine, we have a lot in common. It’s the same with diabetes: if I see someone testing their blood sugar or pulling out an insulin pen, I immediately know a whole lot about their lives.

That’s why this beautiful TV ad appeals to me so much.

The hardest part of being a Mom

I don’t know if it’s because nobody told me, or because I didn’t hear them, but I did not anticipate being needed so much. I mean, I knew that I would be needed to feed my children – first breastfeed them and then teach them to eat solids and then make snacks and lunch and dinner. I knew I would be needed for cuddles – when they’re sad or have an owie I need to kiss better or when it’s bedtime and they need some love. I knew I would be needed for all the practical stuff – making sure life runs as smoothly as possible for them without them needing to see all the million little things I juggle in the background. If you don’t have kids, I hope this seems like a lot already! I thought it did. I was wrong.

My third child: diabetes

Most of the time, to be honest, diabetes just feels like another part of daily life. Get up, test blood sugar, inject, shower, have a cup of tea… It’s all just part of what needs to be done every day. In fact, I often say that I forget I’m diabetic between meals, because it infringes so little on how I feel every day. But then there are the other days.

The ups and downs of parenting

If you were to look at my Instagram feed, you would think that parenting is one constantly joyous trip, full of adorable toddler moments and sweet baby smiles. And that’s because when I’m engaged in the other side of parenting – trying to reason with a small person who knows no reason, trying to settle a baby who does not want to nap no matter how nicely I ask – my phone is nowhere near and I don’t have the mental headspace to step back and snap a pic. Also, I would like to remember all the sweet moments and I’m actively looking forward to the blurring of memory for the deeply frustrating ones.

Treat yo’self

(For anyone who doesn’t know about the joy of treat yo’self, please do yourself a favour and watch Parks and Recreation. So. damn. funny.)
I realised the other day that I find it difficult to remember Life Before Kids. Heavens, I even find it difficult to remember life before two kids – or at least, before the pregnancy which started right around this time last year.

The art of letting go

Ohhhh but this being a mom thing is hard sometimes, isn’t it? With T-10 days left of maternity leave, I am currently in the process of letting go of Ella and doing nanny handover with our lovely nanny, Noli. While I know they will love each other (because Arty already loves Noli), this initial phase is so hard. Ella is used to being with me – many times attached to me – because I’ve had to run around after her big brother so much that she’s had a lot more holding than if she was an only child. She’s my little girlie, why wouldn’t I want to hold her?!

About last night…

Honestly, as a parent, everything is about last night. Kids sleep well / only woke once / only woke twice? Today is manageable! I am woman, hear me roar! I can function as a normal human being!

Kids decide they needed to wake up every hour / countless times or be plagued by nightmares / thirst / needing to hold hands? Today is one long road to bedtime, fueled by caffeine and sugar. Normal human beings are so far from related to me I may be a chimp. And not the cute kind.