I’m Nicole and I nurse big ol’ fat babies. I may be a little biased but don’t those legs look delicious?!
I wasn’t always an anxiety-riddled mess, at least not when it came to my children. As a new mama at 27 I enjoyed all the “firsts” with my now 5 1/2 year old: his first messy taste of solids, those first clumsy steps, the first time he said “I love you, mama” (swoon). I cuddled him through fevers, upset tummies, boo-boos, all with what I considered to be a completely normal level of motherly worry.
I found out I was pregnant with our second October of 2020. We were ecstatic, and our little dude couldn’t wait to be a big brother!
Cue a series of events that I am absolutely positive shifted my anxiety into overdrive (more on that later) and here we are: new year, same shitty pandemic, adorable baby, no “tribe”. My children are growing and changing and dreaming and – it’s all happening beneath our own cozy rock. Then there’s me: completely in love with them both, but struggling to remember who I am, exactly. And that’s what has lead us here.
Thank you so much for checking out Magic Mama. I am so excited to use this space as a platform for all women, with prenatal and postpartum struggles at the forefront. It goes without saying that we could all use some serious human connection right now. My goal here at Magic Mama is to make you feel safe, heard, and maybe even a bit relieved.
Like the Cheshire Cat said: “We’re all mad here.”
So kick back, relax, grab a glass of wine or a cup of tea, and enjoy the crazy.