A Real Mum.

Often I don't feel like a real mum.

I'm not entirely sure what a real mum even is.

But it's not me.

And in some ways I hope that it never is. 

I hope I never fully grow up and can laugh with my kids about crazy things forever.

Every now and then I do something that proves that no matter what I think, I am a real mum.

Kayla is allergic to cows milk.

This has made for a incredibly stressful three months.

Today for the first time in a long while she pooped with out even a sound.

No screaming with an upset tummy for hours before hand.

It's a miracle in our daily lives.

It means she's responding to the change in milk and isn't suffering as much anymore.

I remember when I was just a little girl my own mum laughing and complaining that once people enter the world of babies they feel inclined to make phone calls just to talk about poop.

I always thought it was ridiculous. 

Not today.

Today I was a real mum.

Today I rang my very best friend Liz and told her in excitement that Kayla had pooped.

Today I am a mum.

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