Hiya, my name is Dana. Amelia is my daughter, and this is my story of becoming her mum...  I’m not an open book, I have a resting bitch face that could curdle milk... but I am a nice person...I promise! I’ve toyed with the idea of starting a blog for a long time, I didn’t and still don’t think I’ll be much good at it, but I’ve decided to give it a go and see how I get on.  This is coming after having not one, not two, but three mental break downs in the space of about an our today.. not what you picture when you envisage being a mum right? Well i know that’s not what I pictured anyway.  I saw myself a being, kind, loving and understanding...always. That is not the kind of mum I currently am. I’m anxious, tired and agitated...all the time, and I hate it. It’s not what I want to be, I want to be one of the Instagram mums who make meal plans and have their life organised to a T!  I am 22 years old, and prior to having Amelia, I begged my other half for a baby for years! I was convinced it was always going to be pretty dresses and coordinated Christmas jammies... this is NOT the case! More often than not, I’m wearing mismatched jammies, and 2 week old hair that’s in bad need of a wash, while shes in her vest from the night before cause she hates every kind of clothing there is, either that or she tries to bloody eat it!  Anyway, this is where I’m going to post snippets of my life as Amelia’s mummy. I’m not sure hat I want to gain with this, but hopefully some sort of catharsis...  love, Dana  xx