Today, I celebrate the smallest love of my life turning 6 months old.
It’s scary how it’s flown by, that the tiny little face I remember looking up at me after he was lain on me whilst they stitched me up is now a not-so-tiny face that enjoys having food stuffed in it – and smiling! Having him has also helped me recognise that my mental health isn’t as good as it could be. There have been improvements – and I have experienced some very difficult downs prior to this but I acknowledge them and am working on it.
I feel like I’m going on a physical and mental overhaul, and the boys are definitely a prime factor in me doing so. Thinking right, eating right and exercising are hopefully positive things I can teach them. Sometimes I worry that they might also experience anxiety and low mood because I do. But if they do, I want them to know that it’s OK and that there is help.