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Just call me a supermodel

Never in a million years would I have thought I’d have anything in common with the hyper-super-duper model, Giselle Bunchen, let alone whole-heartedly agree with her views on motherhood.

But I do agree with her assertion that (in a slightly macabre comparison), as in a scenario where the adult is advised to put on their own oxygen mask before helping a child, so too should a mother ensure that her needs are met to better fulfil those of her offspring.

I’m paraphrasing here, but you get the gist.

In every situation you will find yourself in when it comes to your child, you will put their needs first. Of course you will, you’re his mother. You would kill / die for him. That’s a given. I’m talking in slightly less dramatic terms than life or death here. For example, ignoring his cries for just that one extra minute to go to the loo before you spend the next 20 minutes stuck in an armchair feeding him.

It just stands to reason that this is more beneficial for the child too, especially during a night feed, as your uncomfortable shifting about underneath him is likely to wake him up even more, like trying to have a five-course dinner on top of a volcano that’s about the explode.

Or not wringing your hands in despair because you’re out and about and he’s 15 minutes off schedule for his lunch.

He’ll be fine.

You’ll be fine.

It’s all fine.

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