When I first started blogging I was a little over 25 weeks pregnant with Eva. Initially, it was simply a way to journal and document my pregnancy and, of course, Eva’s growth and milestones. But somehow it went beyond that. Blogging became an avenue to express both the challenges and joys of being a first-time parent, a place where I’ve met and connected with other parents—people whom I would genuinely consider friends—and as I’ve said before, this blog is Eva’s modern day baby book.
While the pages of Eva’s physical baby book remain blank, this blog has compeled me to write evan at times it felt like a chore. And I’m so glad I did. I have a written record and images which document Eva’s childhood.
Having said that, I’ve chosen to keep this blog open, which of course has it down sides. I choose to share this information openly, to share images of my daughter. And I guess up until now I haven’t had any issues or problems. But as my readership has grown and Eva has gotten older, I’ve questioned myself more and more about whether or not it’s time to stop.
Having a blog has definitely impacted my life. For over 3 years I’ve blogged weekly, if not daily. It is a part of my life.
I’m grateful for the encouragement, support and kind words you have given me. But along with the positive, comes a little negative. Being a parent is hard enough. I know, as a parent, how easy and quick it can be to judge others. While I’ve never felt the need to address the criticism or the need to justify our decisions as parents. But what I will say is — this blog is just a small glimpse of our life, and my daughter’s for that matter, it doesn’t define us.
And while I’m not quite ready to give up blogging (after all I have another baby to document!), I anticipate there will be an end. Foreseeing an end, when I signed up to Instagram, I choose to set it to private, that way I can control (to a certain extent) who I share my images with. You can find me under the username: happinessiseva, but until then, here is a little of our life from Instagram:
Eva’s obsession with Toy Story:
Our obsession with cafes and breakfast on the weekend:
Out and about:
Eva’s obsession with dressing up:
and a little preparation for the baby boy: