THE GREAT (RIDICULOUS) FORMULA DEBATE

I didn’t have an easy time with my first. My husband and I called it The Dark Ages – and for good reason. She cried all the fucking time. Twenty hours a day. Every day. For three eternal months. I had a hard labour, pushed for two hours, and wanted to die from the pain…

PREGGO BLUES

-PSA- Experiencing feelings like the ones you’re are about to encounter in this post is completely normal. Feelings like these are WHY we created the Rebel Mama community in the first place – a safe haven to open up and be raw with one another; a place of refuge where you can always count on…

MOM BRAIN

Oh, you didn’t know it was a scientific term? Well, it isn’t. BUT IT SHOULD BE. As you may already know (or will shortly find out), you don’t only lose your marbles while pregnant… as it turns out, even years after bringing baby into the world, you still somehow manage to forget where you left…

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT… DEATH

Moms: The Undercover Queens of Morbid Thoughts. Sure, we might always be the first to reassure everyone else that there’s nothing to worry about and that everything’s going to be ok, but our internal dialogue? Oh dude – Stephen King ain’t got nothing on us. Why do you think we’re always going in to “check…

WHAT YOU WISH THEY’D TOLD YOU

Today we are sharing all the things we wish people had told us before we had a baby. The goal here is to save any new mama out there from the unfortunate scenario of mumbling, “What is happening right now and why the fuck did nobody warn me?” under her breath while pacing her house at…

DR. BEAUTIFUL AND THE EXTREMELY POWERFUL VAGINA

I yanked the keys out of my pocket and pulled the stroller up the front steps. I took a moment to pause and take a deep breath. Don’t pee your pants, don’t pee your pants. I tried to picture something unrelated to my bladder. Mountains, my father’s face, smoked salmon, a trickling brook – oh…

THIS IS A MISCARRIAGE

By Meg Broadbent *** I knew it was gone the moment I saw the blood. It. It? I don’t know. The pregnancy? The fetus? Am I allowed to call it “the baby”? Him. I thought it was a boy. I’ll never know for sure. * The morning after it happened, I got an alert on…

FALL: REBEL MAMA STYLE

When we do fall, we go hard. How could one not love this season? Epic natural visuals (especially up here in The Great White North), a reason to drink three hot coffees a day, Paris Fashion Week, Virgo SZN, and that crisp breeze that whispers in your ear, “How shall we layer today?”  Raw denim and stacked-heel boots…

VIVE LA REBEL AUNTY

When it comes to our overall sanity, there are a few people who work their asses off behind the scenes to ensure that we’re always keeping it 100. We call these people: The Rebel Aunties. They’re the girls who went out of their ways to come see us when our babies were tiny and we…

THAT TIME I FOUND OUT I WAS PREGNANT

#ConceptionsMisconceptions I was 25-years-old when I found out I was pregnant with my first child. I’d spent the preceding three years living with my (then) 33-year-old boyfriend (with whom I’m still living, and to whom I’m still lovingly referring as “my boyfriend”), and while we both adored kids, we were miles away from actually trying…