The In-Betweens

 "And with thaaat, the 2024 season comes to an end!" 😂😂😂😂 And just like that, we’ve reached the end of another year. It’s hard to believe, isn’t it? One minute I was nervously hitting publish on my first blog post of the year, and the next, I’m here, writing this wrap-up with a heart full of gratitude, a head buzzing with ideas, and, let’s be honest, a mug of hot chocolate (my trusted companion in all things reflective). This year has been one of incredible highs, unexpected challenges, and those beautiful “in-between” moments that remind me of the magic of this journey. A Year of Beginnings Starting MomUnity was a dream I didn’t even know I was ready to chase. What began as an idea scribbled in the margins of a notebook has grown into something I’m so proud of. From brainstorming bootcamp sessions to creating a space where moms can thrive together, MomUnity has given me hope that when women come together, incredible things happen. And it’s only the beginning. Next ...

  Part 1: Letting Go to Lean In This time last year, I was a version of myself that feels foreign now. I was juggling so many roles, wearing multiple hats—lecturer, civil engineer, mother, wife—and feeling like none of them fit quite right. By January 2024, I found myself at a breaking point. The job that had once felt like an accomplishment had turned toxic, draining me in ways I didn't fully understand until I walked away. Resigning was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made. It wasn’t just about leaving a paycheck behind; it was about leaving behind the identity I thought I had to cling to. The one that told me I could "have it all" if I just worked hard enough. All those sleepless nights back in uni had to count for something...I had to have something to show for it. A flashy car personalized to my liking? A fat bank account? Online shopping till I dropped? Anything really. But in trying to have it all, I was losing the parts of myself that mattered most—my pea...

A Wild Ride Did I just pee on my bedroom floor, or did my waters break?  That was the big question at 11:30 PM on October 3rd. There was a loud gush, no smell, no color… and then nothing. I followed it up with a bathroom trip, just to confirm my bladder wasn’t playing tricks on me. What. Is. Happening.!? By the morning, the doctor suggested I head to the hospital to get checked. Just in case. I walked into Cormed Hospital, ready for answers, but got a nurse with the conversational skills of a brick wall. My second nurse was warmer but a little too handy with the equipment. One CTG and an hour and a half of lying flat later, I left with zero clarity and a sore back. Just advised to look out for changes and rush back.  Fast forward to October 5th. The Midwives Brew Saga began—twice, in fact—with warm water and a splash of Coke for good measure. Around 1 PM, I started timing something happening inside me. Were they contractions? Braxton Hicks? A full-on alien invasion? Whatever...