Today the small boy and I attended our very first nappicino (for those that have no idea what that is, it’s a meet for cloth nappies!).

I was extremely nervous and prior to leaving I almost talked myself out of going. But I forced myself out the front door. Anxiety wasn’t going to win today.

So, in true style of Friday 13th bad luck, I got soaked walking to the bus stop and my skirt was dragging along the floor, soaking up every ounce of that rain. Then my bus passed me. I may have stamped my feet like a toddler. It was early by 5 minutes. Brilliant. But then a stroke of luck, another bus came along as I was trudging along and pulled over to let me on (nice man!)

We arrived in town and as I was walking down, I was getting really nervous again. I just kept thinking about the toddler group we attended this week and how awful it was. The women were so cliquey and made me feel very out of place. I won’t lie, I came close to turning around and heading to the bus stop. But I thought about it for a second – these ladies were cloth bum mums. They were my sort of people.

I’m glad I didn’t turn around and head home. The ladies were absolutely lovely. Conversation just flowed and the kids seemed to enjoy themselves (Well, I know Jacob did. He loves the ladies!)

As I am sure you know, I am an enthusiastic baby wearer. And today one of the ladies wanted some help with a back carry. I procrastinated about this all of last night. Wrapping my baby is one thing, but tutoring someone else infront of others is another. I spoke at great lengths last night with my consultant friend, Samantha from Geeky Sweetheart, and she gave me some good advice.

My darling child decided to pass out around the time I was asked to demo (cheers, Jacob!) but luckily one of the other mamas let me borrow her little girl (Thanks, Rachel – she is a little star). Demo, done. And I was far less nervous than I thought I would be. With that, the mama gave it a whirl and it was spot on (Haydee, you’re a pro!) Her little girl looked so happy in the wrap and I cannot tell you how proud I felt. You see, I love baby wearing. Seeing parents and their children being carried. It’s such a special thing , so to spread some baby wearing love, it felt really good.

Today I left feeling confident. Confident in my abilities to help others wrap their babies and confident in myself as a person. I haven’t felt like that in such a long time, not since before I lost my job. I’ve remembered how much I enjoy helping people and the satisfaction that goes with it. I’m getting my life back. Anxiety, screw you. Your days of having a hold over me are numbered.

First step, my slingmeet next week. Second step, baby wearing peer supporter course. Next, the world (okay, I jest on the last one 😉 )

– Thank you for letting me use this photo, Haydee –

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These days I find that I don’t have much good to say about online retailers as most are lacking in good customer service.

But that’s where Feminine Wear is different.

I only stumbled across Feminine Wear last year after a friend told me about the site. Before then I’d been ordering directly from makers as I wasn’t aware there was such a large stockist here in the UK.

Feminine Wear stocks a large range of cloth pads, natural tampons and menstrual cups. There’s alot to choose from but not so much that the choice is overwhelming and you don’t know where to begin. I find that the range of products is well-balanced and the blurb on each is very informative so that you can easily pick something that caters to you. But if you do get a bit stuck, Teresa, the lady behind it all, is always on hand to give some excellent 1:1 advice. View Post

Today, someone I considered a best friend, decided to do a very mean thing and delete me from Facebook, set up a new account and not add me. Now I know some might roll their eyes over the whole ‘but they unfriended me’ thing. And before now I might be doing it myself. But this was a best friend. Someone that I’ve bent over backwards for, and someone that I consider an Auntie to my Son.

I won’t lie, it has really upset me. Alot. I cried quite a bit and then I posted in one of my groups on Facebook about it, because I just needed to let off some steam.

Sometimes I wish I were better with words, so that I could explain to you how much this group of friends mean to me. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without them. I’ve been extremely lucky to meet a few and I really hope I get the chance to meet them all, one day.

You see, we’re a like minded bunch. Perhaps a little crazy. But despite having not met them all, they are some of the best bunch of people I could ever hope for in my life. They’re always full of wisdom, great with advice and they always cheer me up. Not too long ago some clubbed together and bought me a very special dress from TPF Faerie Wear. They’ve been there for me through difficult times and supported me to no end, especially in the early days of becoming a Mum. I think I’d have hit rock bottom without them.

I guess what I am trying to say is, you don’t need to have met someone in real life for them to be a good friend. Friendship isn’t measured by how often you see them or how many favours you’ve done. To me a friend is someone who is there regardless, doesn’t expect anything in return and if you don’t talk for a while, you can pick up where you left off.

I love you all <3

Whilst working out tonight, I found myself thinking about life pre-Jacob and everything I’ve been through since his birth. There have been times where I’ve felt like I am weak. Times where days blur into one and I’ve felt utterly defeated. But despite that, I’ve still trundled on. I went through a pregnancy which resulted in me being non mobile at the end, and a very traumatic birth, which, later left me very poorly and back in hospital after a ruptured episiotomy. That’s quite an ordeal for anyone and yet I got through it.

In today’s society, women are often made to feel like the lesser sex. Weak in comparison to our male counterparts. When really this couldn’t be further from the truth.

When I first started out with getting fit, I looked around for some fairly inexpensive handweights. I was quite shocked when I found that most of the womens range was all in airy fairy pink. Yeah, because the colour of the weights made such a difference to the actual product. Not only that, but I found some places were more expensive for the same item just because they were in a ‘feminine’ (I use that term loosely) colour.

And then, as I got more and more into fitness, and right into powerlifting, I found alot of people often saying I shouldn’t be lifting heavy weights. But should stick to low weights with higher reps. What utter twoddle.

Ladies, there is nothing you can’t do. We are strong. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise or try to put you down. You don’t need a man to validate you or ‘look after you’. Certain colours do not define you as a woman. And you can lift heavy weights if you want to. We carry children and birth them into the world. We’re often the glue behind the scenes holding everything together. Don’t ever sell yourself short.

Tonight I felt that sense of strength coming back to me. Working out really does wonders for the mind, and body. 4 days into my fresh start and I can feel my body regaining it’s strength (Thank you muscle memory!) and it’s left such a positive effect on my mood.

If you’re sat there feeling like a bag of crap then get up and do something about it. Be the strong woman you are and show the world!

P.S – I may need a human sized spatula to remove myself from bed tomorrow morning, ooof!

Hey lovelies!

So today I am doing a review of Eco Rainbow and their cloth pads, along with some basic information about them.

Eco Rainbow is run by Mum of 1, Becky. She started making her own nursing pads and cloth pads shortly after the birth of her daughter, and soon realised how much more comfortable they were compared to the disposable alternatives.

Becky’s products are very well made and thoroughly tested before going on sale to the general public. She has quite an extensive portfolio but her bread and butter products are her cloth menstrual pads and nursing pads.

This is where some of you are probably pulling faces at the thought of cloth pads, aka muff fluff. I bet the first thing that pops into some peoples mind is ”I bet they smell’. Well let me tell you, cloth doesn’t smell. Atleast not of that awful stink that disposables give off. Most of the disposable pads currently on the market are heavily perfumed to mask odour that is caused by the chemicals from the absorbant part of their pad. Cloth pads do not contain any chemicals and as such they do not smell. Sure, you might get a faint whiff of iron if you lifted the pad to your nose and had a good sniff, but certainly not awful smell of disposables.

The next thing that often causes a stir is washing them. Honestly, it’s no biggie. They can be stored in a wetbag or bin if you’d prefer (I just have a tiny little cheapo bin) and then popped into the wash as normal. No need for wet pailing or boil washing. Infact, cool wash is best for pads, removing any stains and better for the planet. Many users I’ve spoken to tend to wash them in with their children’s cloth nappies but they are easily put in with a normal washload. View Post

Hi, I’m Tamsin and I am a cloth nappy addict.

I tend to post alot of photos to my Facebook and am forever getting asked a barrage of questions about them. Mainly things like, where are they from, how much did they cost, what’s the fit like? And whilst I am more than happy to answer any questions, I do find that it tends to clog up my personal space and spam the newsfeeds of all my friends.

So, here we are. I felt a blog would be best for me to waffle on about cloth nappies and post my reviews.

I am a bit of a novice when it comes to things like this (And I waffle alot) so please, be gentle with me!

Over the weekend I will be posting a few bits and pieces up so keep an eye out.

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