Danke.

Als ich vor ein paar Wochen den Text zur Vereinbarkeit getippt habe, war ich mir ziemlich unsicher, ob ich ihn tatsächlich veröffentlichen würde. Letzlich tat ich es – und löschte ihn sofort wieder. Dann musste ich erstmal Anton abholen und ging mit ihm auf den Spielplatz, und ärgerte mich später, als ich bereits einige Reaktionen auf den Text im Posteingang hatte. Dann veröffentlichte ich ihn aber doch.   Ähnliche Texte hatte ich schon häufiger angefangen und doch wieder verworfen. Eigentlich war mir diese Offenheit nämlich vor allem eines: zu privat. Letztlich glaube ich aber, doch einen Weg gefunden zu haben, …

Kagger.

  Dear Mini-me,   you are 22 months old already (plus a few days, but well). Your chunky baby body has stretched into a chubby toddler shape. Your head has rapidly grown over the edge of the table, and now you see, and you reach. From uncertain yesses and nos, you’ve come to the point to give precise orders. From “more” to “even more” to “even more, mama!”, it was a twinkle. You’ve discovered ownership of toys (oh my) but still share your snacks with friends and strangers. You’ve learned to properly kiss and how to dose your bombastic affection. …

Oh you.

Dear Mini-me,   the apartment is a mess. I have been working too much too late lately and I don’t even care. It’s a charming chaos. The laundry piles up and in the mornings I get worried not to find anything clean to dress you with. When I pick you up from daycare, you smile and wink at me. Instead of leaving, you invite me to join in the fun. Jump in the ball bath, crawl in the box or climb on the slide. To any question I ask you, you say yes, nod, and twinkle, again. When we pass …

Pregnancy Essentials.

Upon multiple requests, I want to give a small insight into what helped me through my pregnancy with mini-me. I will do a little (!) series of mama content, because suddenly I know a lot of people who are pregnant and why not answer all your questions here at once. Next week I’ll try to write a post on travelling with a newborn, something a lot of people seem to consider me a pro in.   – H&M Maternity Jeans: I found these to be super comfortable and perfectly adjusting to the different stages of belly size. They looked great …

A tooth.

12 1/2 months ago when mini-me started dribbling for the first time, I was 100% sure his first tooth was on its way. Well, more than a year later, we’re still waiting over here. It’s become a routine to feel his gums every other day, especially during sleepless nights or clingy days.   Today he was really happy and smiling and I saw a little bright line on his gum (it’s been swollen for a while, but I swear, over a year ago, it was aswell!). So I did my mandatory gum-touch and, oh my, there is a incisor corner …

An inner conflict.

I love my life in Berlin, as a photographer, as a friend to such amazing people and as a mom of mini-me. Though, in my heart, I am a traveler. 2011 was my year as a traveling photographer, having the amazing opportunities to visit Norway, Nepal, Paris ( 1 2 3 4 5 ), Vienna ( 1 2 3 ), Barcelona ( 1 2 ) and the Costa Brava, Morocco, Oman and Nepal again. One day after I found out I was pregnant in February 2012, I took a flight to Macedonia via Istanbul, a few weeks later I spent …

365 Days.

Dear Mini-Me,   one year ago I thought I’d die. It had been almost two days since my water broke, two weeks before your due date, I had been in inducted labour for almost 24 hours, I had been moved from the oh so natural birth house to the oh so hated hospital – and still you didn’t seem to get out.   I was absolutely desperate at that very moment, starting to give up on myself, as my body appeared to be incapable to birth you. I have no idea how it eventually happened, with a lot of help …

1 month.

Mini-me turned one month old today. I can’t believe how time is flying. It feels like he has just arrived. I dearly hope he’ll never leave again.   Photo: Carolin Weinkopf

Anton.

Mini-me is here. His name is Anton, he was born on September 25 around coffee hour and he’s perfect, super healthy and fine and now one week old.   We’re smitten and proud – yet still completely overwhelmed, speechless and so, so exhausted. It will take us a while to adjust to this new situation – so please give us some time.   Photo: Carolin Weinkopf

Traveling pregnant.

When I booked my trip to Spain a few weeks ago, numerous people called me “brave” and articulated their concerns of me traveling pregnant at 31+ weeks. I’m so glad I didn’t listen to any of them and just did what mini-me and my heart had told me: Get out and go!   Indeed I have not felt any better during my entire pregnancy than now. Warm sand has calmed my aches, mediterranean waves have rocked my baby, some of my favourite people have snuggled my belly and mini-me now responds to outside stimuli in such an impressive way. I …