Having a new born again…


I have already done it once, how hard can be to do it again? Oh how naive of me. 

The First Few Days…

As many of you know (I say many because everyone experiences things differently.) the first few days (few weeks lol) are the hardest. I totally forgot how tiny babies are and that scared me a lot! Especially that Miyah was a dinky 5lb 9oz. I was in hospital for 3 days in total including delivery and i came home on Sunday the 6th of March. The first night was easy.. I’m not going to lie. Miyah went to sleep at midnight and slept for 5 and a half hours. I thought “this is bliss, i have an amazing sleeper!” I was wrong! haha. After the first night Miyah was up ever hour for 3 days straight. Feeding for 30 to 40 minutes, then sleeping for an hour then waking again. As tired as i was; i really didn’t mind. I was so in love with my newborn and my little family i didn’t care. After the first week- we managed to sleep for about 2-2 and half hours before a feed. Now we are at 8 weeks and still in this routine.



With Rosie, i had such a difficult time breastfeeding. Sore nipples, clogged milk ducts, not a very good latch and i didn’t produce enough milk to feed her. I was devastated so this time i was determined to do something about it. I read EVERY article i could, read books, asked on online forums and spoke with my midwife. When Miyah arrived the first thing i did was put her to my breast. (After having a look at her.) She latched straight away, perfect latch and i was in love. I was so happy i couldn’t believe it. When we got home things turned quite quickly. Her latch wasn’t as good as before and she was getting frustrated as if she wasn’t getting enough. I was petrified that the same would happen again so this made me even more motivated to work it out. I spent hours on our latch and we had lots of skin to skin contact and baths (i found this was the best place for us to feed. She loves it) and i worked through the amazing pain i was in. Trust me, i was in agony. and we finally got somewhere. After bout 3 days my milk came in and that helped even more. The pain started to slowly die down and then the worst thing happened! I got Mastitis. This, as painful as it is was made me even more determined to feed. We fed through the pain, the illness feeling and i took my anti-biotics. I did it, i fed through and we are now at our 8 week breastfeeding mark. Which i am totally proud off. My little booby monster!

Both girls, jealousy and more. 

When Miyah came home, Rosie came home. I did not want to leave Rosie out of anything! She helped me get Miyah changed and ready for bed, then going to bed herself. No problems: in fact she loved it, she loved being the big sister; the helper and ‘mummies big girl’. As any mum would- i was terrified. Rosie had all my attention and i was worried she was going to get jealous from me spending so much time feeding Miyah but instead she sat next to me stroking her tiny little head an giving her kisses. I could have cried, i had never been more happy then seeing the love Rosie felt for her. What could be better? My biggest baby loving my smallest baby and not seeing her as a threat that Miyah would take her mummy away. I was so proud of my little family. Still at 8 week on Rosie jumps at every cry to help out, put her dummy in or give her a cuddle. She always asks to change her bum (She only helps me out here, i don’t let her change it by herself.) and to play with her.


Having a newborn again has had it’s struggles and its ups and downs, some nights Miyahs awake for hours and i’m tired and stressed, some days she sleeps through two feeds and my boobs feel like they’re going to explode. Other days ive had just enough sleep and both girls are happy and content. I wouldn’t change any of it for the world and i would do it all over again.


As always, thank you so much for reading.

Becca x

If anyone has any requests for blog posts please don’t hesitate to contact me by commenting on my post, or contacting me on my social media (In the header) also my email is: beccagreenway@live.co.uk 🙂

Review on: @Harleysbowtique on instagram…


As some of you already know, I do a lot of small shopping on instagram. I bloody love supporting small shops, it makes me so happy knowing I’m helping their business thrive.

Today I’m reviewing a lovely small shop. (@harleysbowtique is her Instagram name)

She sells bows! On crocodile clips, headbands and bobbles even bow ties! I am an enthusiast for her shop and  we buy regularly from her. Here are some of her products (styled by Rosie & Miyah 😋) 

We personally love her products because they are always such great quality! They always fit the description and she always makes them to how we ask what more could you want?… Her prices are extremely reasonable and they always come amazing packaged. They are always here in such good time and Rosie loves opening her mail! 

Go head over to her Instagram to check it out! ❤

As always,  extremely grateful for anyone who reads. Don’t forget to follow me! 

P.s all my social media links are in the header 😉

All my love x

Becca x

Having Rosie-Belle so young…


My life, with two young children and what i saw.

I had Rosie-Belle when i was 14. Young, scared and i had absolutely no clue. I was terrified. I found out i was pregnant at 29 weeks to make everything 100x worse and we only had 11 (10 really) weeks to get everything ready and for people to come round to the idea i was having a baby. It was hard and i faced so many problems.


I took 2 weeks off school to ‘adjust’ and have my many doctors appointments and when i finally returned; no one knew. I would walk around scared people where staring and i thought they all knew. (How could they?)  so i went back to school for 3 and a half days and took another week off. The only people who knew where my family, Rosie’s dad & the school. When i had eventually returned and faced all the demons in my head, everyone had known anyway, so i was even more terrified. I used to walk with my head down and stay as late as i could to avoid the walk in the hallways with everyone staring at me. I was the talk of the school and i hated it. One night; talking away at my growing bump i realized that this was for life and i am not ashamed. After that night; the sudden realization i held my head high and i was proud i was creating a baby and i was proud i was hiding. I took some major crap at school i’m not going to lie. People shouting things at me, pushing me (one time i was nearly pushed down the stairs) and people saying awful things about my unborn baby. If i had not stood up for myself my life would be completely different. I didn’t let it phase me, none of it mattered because all that mattered was my baby. I left school two weeks before the 6 weeks weeks holidays and went back after the 6 weeks to complete my GCSEs. This was my motivation for my baby. I did it, i finished! I may not have had the best of grades but i did it.

Home Life:

As you can imagine; life was pretty tough for a while. Everything was tense and high up for a while. But we coped and thats what i loved about my family. Everyone helped me, i had everything i needed in less than 6 weeks and they also threw me an awesome baby shower. I felt so loved. Some people don’t have this much support and i could never have done it without my family. Rosie’s dad’s family where amazing too. I couldn’t fault any of them. They made it so much easier to cope with. They all supported me with school and what i wanted to do and helped me whenever they could to get as much revision in with also spending time with my baby. That was also hard, Rosie was in nursery 5 days a week 8am till 4pm while i was at school and after school i would pick her up, make her dinner, pack her stuff ready for the next day, spend a bit of time before our bath/bed/cuddles and then do revision. It was none stop and yes, i fully admit some days that wouldn’t happen, i would just go completely off routine. I learnt now, thats not a very good thing to do.



Having a baby at any age is tough on relationships, but at 14, my friends where not interested in dirty nappies and crying babies so they kind of just floated away. I don’t blame them and i hold no grudges for that. For the friends who stayed; I love you, you helped me so much.

My relationship with Rosie’s dad was hard. We tried for a year and it didn’t work. We decided we couldn’t stay together just for Rosie. We are friends and still support each other for the sake of our baby.

My relationships with my family are rocky and always will be. I thank them every day for what they have done for my family though, no matter whats gone on and how much we argue and fight; i love you all.


Growing up and raising a baby was hard, and if anyone needs to talk, or needs support i am always here.

You can contact me through Facebook/Twitter and Instagram and my email is Beccagreenway@live.co.uk.


A lovely friend today mentioned me in one of her blogs, i am extremely grateful and i would love for you to go and check hers out.  https://velvetslifeblog.wordpress.com/

Again, as always; Thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed xx


Becca x

My Birth Stories…


All labors are different. I know that now!

I’ll start with the eldest, Rosie.

I was 39+3 when i went into labor with Rosie. On Saturday the 4th of May 2013 i went to my Granddad’s birthday party after trying the endless list of ways of trying to naturally induce labor that week. I was so chilled; i deffo needed it. I was exhausted. I got home around 11:00pm and went to bed. At 1:00am on the dot i was woken by the most awful pain i had ever experienced, i knew then that it was happening and i just paced around my aunties house for 3 hours. (to be sure it wasn’t braxton hicks.) At 4:00am i woke my aunt to tell her and we went down stairs to try and organise everything, My contractions where still every 10 minutes at this point. We phoned Rosie’s dad at 7am and he met us at my house. Fast forward a long day of pain we decided around 2pm to go the hospital. When we got there i was checked and i was only 1 and a half cm’s dilated so we went home. I had never been more upset in my life. We went home where my mum and Rosie’s dad got some sleep and i just let my body do what it needed too. At around 4am it was too much to bare and i woke everyone and said i needed to be seen. Off we went! When we got to the hospital i was checked and told i was only 3 cms Bloody cried at this point didn’t i! but they said i might as well stay as it was so early in the morning. For the next day and night i wasn’t progressing and no one would check me when i asked. I got given diamorpth and i slept for 30 minutes and then i was checked at around 4am again. 4cms! YAY! active labor.

I was transferred to labor ward and i was checked when i there… (It took 30 minutes to get transferred/settled/comfy and seen) and i was 6cms, bloody typical. They filled the pool and i got in, around 2 hours later i was checked again… 9cms, (oh how mad i was at my body for progressing so quick then and not before lol) I was told to push, and i did! Lots. for around 2 to 3 hours i was pushing and then Rosie’s heart rate dropped. I was rushed out of the pool and onto a bed and a few minutes later she was here. The love of my life. at 11:08pm on Tuesday the 7th of May 2013 weight 7lb 1 and a half ounces. She was originally going to be called Anna Belle, but when i looked at her you could just see that she wouldn’t fit that name. Me and Rosie’s dad where stuck untill a midwife came and checked her and told us “What rosie cheeks she has” and it just stuck. My little flower. ❤


Miyahs Birth was a little different, and a LOT quicker.

When I was 24 weeks with Miyah i had a labor scare. I had awful pains for 2 days and we thought I was going to go into labor (as well as me thinking my waters where going) I found out here that I had an infection called Group B Strep. This meant I couldn’t have the home birth I wanted, I was so upset. At 35 weeks I went into labor and I was terrified, I had gone to the hospital where i was told I wasn’t dilated and then my contractions stopped (Yes!) Then at 37 weeks and 2 days I was laid in bed watching TV with Michael and I coughed and thought I had wee’d myself. (how embarrassing)  but when I stood up it was still going and we knew then it was waters but neither of us wanted to admit it. We called Michael’s mum who was my birthing partner too and we went the hospital. I was monitored for a night and they decided because the risk of my infection was high they induce me. I was taken to labor ward at 8am and put straight on a drip and they broke my waters. My contractions came thick and fast and i was only 3cms when my contractions where every minute apart so they reduced the drip and I had gas and air and diamorpth; from there i don’t remember much. I remember being told was 7cm’s and then feeling like i was going to poo myself (TMI sorry haha!) I told whoever was around me that and then all I remember was everyone rushing in and telling me to push. I went from 7cms to 10 in a matter of seconds… literally. Michael had told me that when he got told I was 7cms he thought he had enough time for a cigarette and to phone my mum but he must have been outside for minutes before his mum had to rush out and tell him to come back. I remember that Michael had told them that he wanted to deliver the baby a couple hours before so he stood at my feet and introduced our baby girl into the world. At 8:05pm Miyah Anne Elizabeth was born weighing a tiny 5lb 9oz. I had trouble with my placenta and nearly had to go to theater but i somehow managed to avoid that.

Both labors where so different, Rosie was back to back which is supposed to hurt more but i felt that Miyah (who was) was more painful. I couldn’t have done it with out the support from my birthing partners.

Sorry it being so long.

(Starting next week i wont be posting blogs every day, as i am new i have a lot of ideas which is why i am posting every day currently. I will sort out a routine for my blogs around my family life, if you have any requests on topics you would like me to write about please leave a comment and don’t forget to follow me!)

Thank you for reading, as always its a pleasure.

Becca x

Life with two babies…


I get told all the time.. how do I cope? 

Life with two children at 18… how do I cope? 

Its hard! I am telling you now it is difficult! A 3 nearly 4 year old and a newborn! I had all the questions, worries, doubts and I was scared as anything.

Will Rosie get jealous? Will my mental health deteriorate? My life is about to change dramatically again.

So I planned to have Miyah with Michael. We decided another baby would make our lives complete our little family (for now 😜) and we where ready 100%. We tried for 8 months & finally after what felt like years we conceived. We kept it quite for a little bit before telling family and definitely kept it quite from my Rosie because I was so scared how she would react and cope. After Miyah was born I didn’t get the normal adrenaline rush! I was just normal. I coped with the sleepiness nights and the energy and full on days of having a toddler, it just came naturally to me. Some days are hard… extremely. Where neither Miyah or Rosie are in a good mood and everything just seems 100x harder and I do just feel like giving up. But some days are amazing! Everyone is happy and everything is easy. Those days are the best!

Rosie loves Miyah and couldn’t have taken to her more than I could ever have hoped which is amazing. They are always cuddling and she always tries to help me out. She is the perfect sister in my eyes!

I admit! Some days I can’t bare to leave the house. There are days where I don’t brush my hair or put make up on and that’s okay. I used to hate it- being so… unorganised and ‘scruffy’ it made me so uncomfortable where as now I can be like that and not care.. why should I care? I’m not going anywhere or doing anything. I just chill out.

But don’t forget! It’s okay not to be okay ❤️

Thank you for reading 🌺
Becca x

About me and my family…


So hey🤗

As you know my names Becca, I’m 18 and I come from Somerset. I have my two princesses Rosie & Miyah and they are my world 🌎. I had Rosie when I was 14. Young I know😏 

I met Rosie’s dad when I was 13 at school and we hung out for a while before we got together. We where together roughly 5 months before I got pregnant and i didn’t know I waspregnant until I was 29 weeks. Her dad was my first love and as anyone would I thought I’d be with him forever. But things changed! We broke up when Rosie was a year old and we went our separate ways. He’s an amazing dad to Rosie and we are still friendly for her. She’s worth it 😜

Roughly 3 months after me and Rosie’s dad broke up I met Michael 😍. We connected instantly and we just clicked. My mum didn’t approve for a while which resulted in me moving to my dads but now we are all good and we all get along. We have had our bumps but he is my rock, my hero. Life wouldn’t life if I didn’t have him. We went on to getting our own flat, We got pregnant with Miyah and rented our first house! Hopefully in the next couple years I will Mrs Rebecca Cox💍

In my next couple of blog posts I will be doing, I will be letting you in to my life ❤️

Thank you for reading!


My First Blog Post…




So… Hi (haha!) My name is Rebecca, i’m 18 and i am a mummy to two beautiful babies. Rosie-Belle who is 3 (4 very soon!) and Miyah who is 7 weeks old. I am engaged to the love of my life Michael.

Michael x

Rosie-Belle x

Miyah x

A little about how i started..

I have been posting pictures of my girls on instagram for well.. EVER and recently i stared getting better quality pictures, and becoming Brand Reps and Enthusiasts for different small shops. ( I LOVE supporting small shops!) I have gained some followers and i decided a few weeks ago that i wanted to reach further. That being said it has been extremely hard for me to even get to this point. I suffer greatly from anxiety.. but thats for another time.

I really hope that you enjoy your time being here and experiencing what i do and go through.. through my blog posts. My social media is linked at the top of my blog if you would like to take a look or follow me!

Anyway, for now… Good night!!