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2 months postpartum

Posted on 10 March, 202611 March, 2026 by Ikhlas

Hello! Wow, it’s been a while. I can’t believe I let so much time go by after my last post, which ironically was about motherhood.

I’m here to share that I am currently two months postpartum and had a baby boy at the beginning of January. Life has changed a lot in the past few months!

2025 is basically a blur but lots happened. It was the year I performed Umrah or the lesser Hajj in February with my family and went to Turkey after. After we came back, my youngest brother got engaged and we celebrated his wedding in September. It was a pretty unforgettable year, that’s for sure!

It’s been 2 months with baby boy and it’s funny how many things you forget about the newborn days. It’s also been almost 9 years since I last have birth so suffice to say those early days with my daughter have become a blur!

There’s definitely some pros and cons to having a baby the second time around. It’s easier to tell myself that things will get easier, especially as I live through the newborn trenches, because I know they will. I have real life experience this time to back it up.

Last time when people told me, you will sleep again and you will have time to yourself again, I didn’t believe them. It felt like a far off dream.

But on the hardest days now, I remind myself that this too shall pass. As I look back on my daughter’s 8 (almost 9 years!) on this earth, I realise how quickly time has passed. It’s true what they say, the days are long but the years are short.

And it’s with that attitude that I remind myself to enjoy these newborn days with my son as much as I can! Because they too will become a distant memory of the past, soon enough. I remember and miss my daughter’s baby days so much, especially now, and my husband and I keep sending each other pictures and videos from those early years, when she said and did the cutest things. They seem so long ago.

There’s also something comforting the second time around. I know the highs and lows and feel more comfortable as a mother this time around.. I know what’s coming and knew how to prepare for it.

At the same time, having an almost 9 year gap is tough. My daughter is old enough to have her own routines and schedules and knows how life is with just her. She’s not too old to be set in her ways but it is harder to adjust to life with a baby after our whole lives being about her. It’s definitely been the hardest part, to keep both their needs balanced. No matter what, I know I am failing someone at some point. And it’s so hard. She’s quite vocal about how much she misses me, even when I’m home with her, and I’m determined to soak up every bit of my time home with her as well as him over the next 16 months left of my mat leave.

It’s taken me about 2 months to come out of the fog and it’s funny because those early days with my son already seem like a blur. A sleep deprived, achy, exhausted blur.

I’m still exhausted, don’t get me wrong. But physically, I feel like I’ve recovered from the aches and pains of birth and can get much more done in a day than I could before. At least that’s what I tell myself. Some days I feel like wonder woman and feel like I can do it all (these are coincidentally the days when baby boy has slept well) and then there are days when my body aches in ways I can’t imagine and my eyes flood with tears at short naps and mess created by my daughter. It’s a whirlwind.

It might seem like a funny time to come back to blogging. Being on mat leave is no vacation especially with another kid say the same time but I’m trying to find things that I can do that give me small bits of joy.

I also want to document these days. Pictures don’t my thoughts justice. I want to remember every single moment when my babies fit into my arms, their sweet, milky breath mixing in with my own, when their whole hand wraps around one finger, the way their eyes light up with wonder and excitement every time they meet mine.

So for now, this is all I have to say. I have a feeling I’ll come back and reread this post in a few months and think I sound crazy. I probably do.

On another note, if you’re looking for recipes and they’ve disappeared, fear not, I’m working (very slowly) on getting them back. My site went through an update and I had to delete the plugin where I had uploaded them. But I’m working on getting them all back up.

As always, thanks for reading.

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