The Milk Memoirs

One part chronicle, one part resource of all things breastfeeding and family life…with a good dose of fun,crafts & mommy realness


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Life after Death: That First Scan of Baby…

Man on man, that first scan! Isnt it some thing? Moms who’ve had the quintessential joy of seeing baby appear up on that screen would understand why I suffer from a lack words here in trying introduce it. For there truly are no words that seem adequate enough to honestly capture how the world seems to stop spinning; how conversations tend to fade into the background, and how tunnel vision kicks in, as your eyes focus wholly and solidly on that pure personification of love just wiggling on that screen.

Words will always fall flat when you try to describe to anyone. Only those that themselves have felt it before, know how much it truly moves you to the core to see that life within you confirmed before your very eyes. And no matter how many times you do this, I’ll wager that it never fades. In fact, considering my Continue reading


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The Reality of Valentines Day When You’re Married with Children (and Pregnant)

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So there was a constant chatter amongst the men in my office, about V-day plans this past Tuesday. To be honest, there was little interest on my part, mostly because Mike and I already kind of had like an unspoken agreement that there will be no frills this year. Not planned as such, it’s just that we stay real about it: if we feel it, then we’re all in, and if we’re not feeling it, then we’re happily chilling together. This year was definitely a chill year. But, I digress slightly. So towards the end of the day, I wheel over to my one colleague who’s pretty much on the same wavelength as me and ask, so? Plans? He slowly turns his gaze to me, and through half-cocked-desperate-for-sleep eyes manages to shake his head with a “no”. He adds, “all I want to do is get home and sleep.”

I giggled in absolute solidarity and understanding of the familiar Continue reading


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Pregnancy Update: Week 13, 12 and the rest of those blurry earlier weeks…

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Every morning throughout this first trimester has become a bit of mental battle to part ways with my bed. With her, my bed, being the goddess of rest and recuperation, and all things warm and cosy, welcoming me with loving arms each time I step into my room, you’d understand that it becomes hard to peel myself away from her. But between my several alarms, and my ever-present desperate urge to not get stuck in two hour traffic, I self-talk myself through every re-adjustment of my body so that my limbs and joints are aligned enough to eventually do a rough velco rip from my bed’s loving grasp…without putting my back out, of course. ‘Cause with pregnancy hormones raging through my body, putting my back out from doing basically nothing, is totally a reality that is just waiting to happen.

As you can tell, I’m still experiencing the new rush of hormones, as well as all the wonder of pregnancy in all it’s glory…yes, in all its sleepy, exhausted, was-that-chloroform, just-shoot-me-now glory. I’m 13 weeks now, but have only just recently crawled out of my Continue reading


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Family news…

Team Porter is getting a new member…

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It is with the sleepiest of eyelids, the most exhausted body and great excitement that I get to share with you that we will be adding to our brood! So excuse us, while we day dream our days away until August, when we finally get to meet this little one face to face in one huge snuggle fest.

And if our sweet little pictorial announcement up there is anything to go by, Continue reading


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Gone fishing…

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Learning to manage my energy

Gone fishing…or whatever else it is that people go do to disconnect and re-energise themselves.

Seriously, folks…I had all good intentions of posting my annual “To Parker-Grace on your birthday” post today- a post I’ve written in my head a thousand times this past month. Each time it sounding so perfect in my head – encapsulating her character, her quirks, the effect she had on us all, and personifying our love for her in a way that only love-drunk mom minds could conjure up…and yet, I couldn’t even get myself to sit down in front of my pc to manifest it into real written word. My brain. Was. Dead. …Is dead. So even my Halloween warm up post- that’s already been written last Wednesday, all the photos captured. Even titled, “Halloween: Almost GAME TIME!” – just sits here in draft. Looking at me like a hungry puppy just waiting for my green signal to “Go!” But I look at that post, and I can’t be sure it’s any good, if it Continue reading


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Life right now…

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“Life right now” posts give me poetic license to just ramble. There’s no particular theme to it all. There’s no dramatic crescendo – so sorry to leave you hanging if that’s what you came here looking for. It’s more a bit like being on the couch with me, with feet folded under our bums, one hand animatedly gesturing and echoing my words, whilst the other hand caressing a wine glass, or mug of coffee (depending on how tired I am) – and the mind just flows forth with mutterings of…well, our life right now. Our highs, lows, laughs and ponderings. Hope you stay a while for them…I promise I make a great cuppa, or will only serve the best wine. So pull in and get comfy!

I’ve probably typed these first few paragraphs up and deleted them over and over. Mostly because I’m struggling to find a way to put into words exactly what life is like right now. I have a feeling I probably won’t succeed, but I can come close. Given our recent pregnancy loss and frightening times of having to relive another horrifying episode like this with Parker-Grace again (except only a million times worse), we’re still rolling with the punches. But it feels as if pieces of me are strewn all over the place, with life still plodding along. And there’s us, trying to keep up. We’re good on the outside, but the fingernail grip we have is starting to show.

So I struggle partly because I am utterly and properly exhausted – forming a sentence in everyday life right now is already quite a stretch- and I swear I’m this close to throwing a proper hissy fit complete with snot en trane for someone to just come take care of me a little bit. (a common parental fantasy, I suppose.) But I struggle also because this could so easily turn into a “motherhood/parenting is hard” post, and I don’t actually want it to. Yes, it is hard. Freaking hard. And Im getting a healthy dose of parental ass-kicking right now. But that’s not what’s stiring inside me right now. Continue reading