Hi mama,
Before Ollie arrived, we were just me and him. A couple. Lovers. Best friends.
We binged shows on the couch until late, made spontaneous plans, held hands on walks without pushing a pram or carrying nappy bags. Our time belonged to us.
And then… we became “mum and dad”.
And wow, that changed everything.
Our conversations now revolve around feeding schedules, nappies, and sleep windows. Our evenings? A race against time — eat, shower, bottles, laundry, crash. And somewhere along the way, we got a little lost.
The love never left. If anything, it’s deeper now. Watching him be Ollie’s dad makes me fall in love with him all over again. But the intimacy? The playfulness? The spark? That needs intention now.
Because when your body is healing, your mind is foggy, and your baby needs you 24/7… it’s hard to feel sexy or connected.
We’re learning to carve out small moments. A cuddle in the kitchen while the food warms. A look across the room that says “I see you.” A hand on my back when I’m rocking Ollie to sleep.
And now that Ollie sleeps a bit more at night (thank heavens), we’re slowly reintroducing little things — movie nights, sitting on the couch together instead of collapsing in separate corners, real conversations.
It’s not like before.
But maybe it’s becoming something even stronger — a love that bends, shifts, grows, and still survives this wild, messy, beautiful season called parenthood.
With love and coffee,
A fellow mum navigating the chaos
Renata (Ollie's mum)💛