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There's a particular kind of stillness that comes with being nap trapped. Baby finally asleep on your chest, your phone just out of reach, your to-do list growing longer by the minute, and somewhere in the back of your mind a quiet voice asking whether you're doing this right.
Most mums know that feeling well. And most mums have been told, at some point, that letting their baby sleep on them is creating a habit they'll regret. That they're making a rod for their own back. That they should be encouraging more independence.
What does our society actually value? Not what we say we value, but what we recognise, compensate and celebrate, and what we expect to happen quietly, without acknowledgment?
It's a question worth sitting with, especially as Australia grapples with proposed changes to surrogacy laws. And honestly, it's bringing up some really uncomfortable tensions about pregnancy, care work and who gets paid for what.
There’s usually a moment when it all hits you. Not at the HR meeting, not when the email comes through with your return date, but somewhere quiet and inconvenient.
Maybe it’s 2am, you’re up feeding or pumping, staring at the clock and doing mental maths you never signed up for. How many feeds. How long between them. How that’s supposed to work around a commute, meetings, childcare drop-off, you actually eating something, and then doing it all again tomorrow.
I used to think supplements were a bit overhyped. As long as I was eating "well enough," surely I didn’t need to add powders and pills to the mix. But then came the brain fog. The fatigue that sleep wouldn’t fix. The feeling of running on empty, even on the good days. Turns out, I was missing something and I wasn’t alone.
That "something"? Creatine.
I remember waking up in the hospital after giving birth and feeling something I hadn’t expected an almost unbearable hunger. Not a craving. Not a “maybe I could eat.” A deep, bone-tired hunger that felt all-consuming.
And I wasn’t alone. So many mums tell me the same thing.
