17/02/2026
This image from Chat GPT is almost like a photo of me waking up Church Street this day three years ago 😂
Four weeks postpartum in 2023, I set myself a goal: walk into town and get pancakes. That was it. I just had to get dressed, put some makeup on, and leave the house.
I cried getting ready.
I cried doing my makeup.
I cried most of the walk there.
But I was determined to feel some small sense of normality again.
It was the first time many people had seen me since he was born. I remember the “oh my god, you look great!” and smiling politely, while inside I was thinking, I haven’t showered in three days and I’m finding this so so hard.
I got the pancakes. I walked home. I felt proud in a way that’s hard to explain unless you’ve been in the thick of early motherhood.
Looking back now, it seems like such a small thing. But at the time, it was enormous. It was proof to myself that I could still show up, even when everything felt overwhelming.
And the Nutella pancakes really really helped.