Nicole Fitzpatrick

  • It took me a little less than three months to know when to breastfeed, more importantly, which breast to give Liv, without the help of the LactApp. I recommend it, though. It truly helped me remember it was time when I couldn’t read my baby’s cues yet. Now I do. I feel like I graduated.…

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  • Development

    Not even a month ago, I was afraid of getting out of Charlottenburg. First trip on the public transport was… well, that, a trip. Now, we have taken the plane to Ireland. We have taken the Luas into Dublin. We have taken the car to Howth. We have taken the coach to Bambride and Belfast…

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  • 40.

    If you had told me I would have a 2-month-old when I turned 40 ten years ago… I would have believed it. On my time, not anyone’s. Oh, and fate, you know. I am LIVing my dream thanks to you, anak. My 40s are dedicated to my family. My husband. My daughter. My home.

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  • Lest I forget

    A woman stopped me in the park, and congratulated me on how good I look for 11 weeks postpartum. Damn right I do, thank you. Today, when I look into the mirror, or rather, when I look at older pictures, I mourn the body that I had. But then again, that body did not have…

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  • Cute outfit

    … are sweet and all. But Liv is going to be stylish cute. She is my daughter after all.

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  • Meltdown

    Hers and mine. Mostly mine. Sometimes, I feel I cannot have a bad week as a mother. Or even a bad day. Why so much pressure? Is it from others or… from me? Me, I reckon. This is not a drill. This is motherhood. This is life. Reminder to be kind to myself and give…

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  • Heimweh

    Home is where the heart is. But sometimes, home is where home is. I have never missed my own space like this in my entire life. And that is almost 40 years. I always wondered when people had heimweh. Now I know. Traveling with a 2-month-old is way too young. Staying elsewhere for 6 weeks is…

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  • Stronger than me

    Liv is a tower of strength. Literally. Only 2 months old and stretching like she’s reaching for the stars.

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  • I oblige. Slept like a baby. But a 16-hour staggered sleep can never replace a good, deep, uninterrupted 8-hour sleep. I am drained.

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  • New territory

    I have moved places and traveled all my life, but becoming a mother made — makes me crave familiarity and a safe space more than ever before. Every day is new. Every day, there is something new. Maybe that’s why I need something constant I can latch on to.

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