Steps to Change Your Mindset As A Tired Mama

For the past 8 months I’ve told myself I’m tired. I’ve actually told myself a lot of ineffective things over the past 8 months but man have I been working on these. Postpartum brings up allll the shadow parts of me and my life it seems which has been a lot of work and also really beautiful and illuminating. It’s like every part of myself and my life that doesn’t align with the woman who is being rebirthed through birthing and raising my new baby are being shed to welcome in a new way of being. This new me. 

This mindset shift around being tired really clicked for me since deciding not to sleep train my son. I have spent the last many months being tired and undecided whether I wanted to give it a go and feeling all the shoulds around it. I decided it was a no for me, after all thats what I felt in my body the whole time but I was so attached to needing something to fix the situation that this was the quick fix my mind had attached to even though it didn’t feel right for me right now. Don’t get me wrong, I have no judgement around sleep training if it works for you and your baby Im so for it. Its really how I feel about most things motherhood. We are all different, our babies are all different and we do not have to justify our decisions to anyone if it feels aligned and empowered for you then follow that! I stand for empowered mothers making choices to serve them, their babies and their families thats it! AND that choice or opinion of yours can change at any given moment without having to justify! Excuse the tangent Im pretty passionate about empowered mothers if you didn’t notice.

So basically where were we… Ah yes so I realised that a mindset and energy shift was where I really got to focus my attention.

After some practice and remembering from my first baby these are my Steps to Changing your Mindset as a Tired Mama

  1. Acknowledge that you are tired and allow yourself to be with it. Feel it in your body, let tears come if they need too, move your body, roll your shoulders, close your eyes. Say the words “I hear you”, take a deep breathe and then take the next steps.
  2. Make a Choice – Invite yourself to do something about it. Often there are two choices.

a.) Request support to have a nap or make it a priority to nap that day and commit fo it. Nothing else matters. – Note: Support can look different for everyone it may mean asking a friend or partner to watch your baby so you can  have a long shower and possibly having left overs or ordering takeaway to have an early night, it may mean napping with the baby, maybe it’s surrendering and having a day in bed, or planning a sleep over somewhere to get a full night sleep that weekend (it’s amazing how having something to look forward to can give you a burst of energy and positivity). 

b.) Or choose to move on and let it go. ( I recommend the first choice because we get to have support as mothers and ask for help but I understand that sometimes that help can’t happen in the moment but it can be arranged for later in the day, later that week etc. This is when choice number two comes into play. Let it go and move through – Remember THIS IS A CHOICE, you are not a victim. Tiredness is REAL but you can feel empowered in this choice and I really feel that is key when feeling so tired. The feeling of empowerment often comes after making arrangements or knowing when the next moment of reprieve is.).

3. Let go of the story that you are tired. Notice how often you are saying it to yourself and answering “how are you?” With “Good, Just tired”. What we focus on grows, so what are you choosing to focus on?

4. Find ways to support your body. I’ve been using Jing by superfeast (not sponsored or anything, I just genuinely love it and have noticed a difference when I use it), I mix the Jing in with my Ceremonial Cacao each morning. Make better choices with your food by having intention around supporting and nourishing your body. I know it’s easy to reach for refined carbs and sugar when you are tired but practicing to change the habit to having a cup of cacao, a delicious veggie filled meal, a super greens powder or a veggie juice. There are so many options but please if you have a moment of choosing something not as nourishing do not beat yourself up! You are human AND Nourishing choices support your body and mindset to get you off the wheel of poor me I’m tired, give me sugar and then crash again. All it takes is one choice to gain momentum and create change.

5. Move Your Body. We hear this all the time and I know you can feel too tired to move your body but even just a slow dance or stretch or a walk around your backyard. Let go of what moving your body should look like and honour it with ANY movement. If you know that something like a run or a circuit always makes you feel good when you are done even just committing to trying it for 10 mins and if you still aren’t feeling it then don’t continue but often the first ten minutes leads to more and we come out with those endorphins.

6. Don’t underestimate the power of Mother Nature, borrow some of her energy. Stand in the breeze and close your eyes, feel the strength of the wind and breathe in the air, long deep breathes, sit with your palms facing the sun and envision the sunshine warming and energising your body, like a warm light entering your body and moving through it. Jump in the ocean or even have a shower where you allow your head and whole body to be immersed and restore your energy body. Take off your shoes and walk on the dirt or grass, picture mama nature holding you and letting that energy move through your body. There is nothing like being held when we feel like we are doing so much of the holding and Mama Nature is sooo good at it.

I hope that by being devoted to some or all of these practices you can be with your tiredness in an empowered way.

If you want to chat please reach out through Instagram. We are all in this together.

E xx

Mama, you don’t need more self care! You need more of this…

Self Connection stumps Self Care

Ok Mama, so you have 1 hour, maybe 30 minutes or 10 minutes to yourself… What do you do?

Often its filling that time with the endless tasks of Motherhood, am I right?! Well because they are actually endless. You catch up on the washing and the dirty clothes basket is almost full again, you mop the floor and within a few minutes there is another spill. There is always something you could be doing, even right now reading this I bet you could list off a whole bunch of stuff.

So often when we get those sacred moments to ourself all on our own we say to ourselves, “Oh I’ll just get this washing on and then I’ll have a cup of tea” or “Oh I’ll just get the house tidied up before the kids wake and then if they are still sleeping I’ll do that thing for myself.” Sometimes it gets so ridiculous that we have ignored the fact that we are thirsty for the past two hours to just get those things done until a hirsty (like hangry but thirsty) woman takes over our body and we are irritable only to stop and remember, the fact that we are still thirsty and just need to pause and have a drink of water! It can get that ridiculous. We are putting our human needs after the kids and the mundane tasks of life!

So this blog isn’t to say… Easy hack to feeling fulfilled as a mother, self care first! (Are you kidding me! Thanks for the revolutionary advice.) We cant expect ourselves as mothers and women to turn everything around and make a change like self care first whilst denying ourselves of the guilt and sense of failure it can bring up. It feels counter intuitive if our core beliefs around how a mother has to be and act do not align with it. To look at those beliefs, expectations and conditioning it can take a bit of work and is definitely something to do with some support around (maybe a more elaborate blog for another time) so what can you do right now…

  1. Let go of the idea that self care needs to look a certain way

Self Care is so ‘on trend’ sometimes I cant even deal with the amount of shit being pushed in my direction ; as a huge demographic for the self care industry – Mothers ( I mean who better to market to right!). But Self care doesn’t just have to just be taking a bath, getting a massage, getting a mani or pedi, having a cup of calm tea. It can also be taking a nap, hiring a cleaner, tidying up the living room to make your mind feel a little clearer, getting someone to wake up with the kids for a night, ordering take out instead of cooking, taking turns cooking with a friend so you get a break every other week, staring at the sky just because.

2. When you have some precious time to yourself do this one thing before you do anything else.

Place your hand on your heart and your womb if you feel like it & close your eyes for a few seconds. Now ask yourself, what do I need right now?

When you ask yourself this question your mind is going to try to answer it but I want you to pause and ask your body & Soul. (I know you’re probably thinking how the hell do I do that?!)

For me the biggest giveaway if my mind is answering the question or if my body or soul is answering the question is the way it’s answered and how it makes me feel.


What do I need right now?

Mind: Someone to just do my house work so I can stop feeling like my sole purpose in life is to be a maid!! (Its not direct, its telling a story and its victimising and makes me feel disempowered.)

Body & Soul: Time to be me ( Juicy! Stay with it and get curious)

How would you like to receive that? Spaciousness

How can you create that in this moment? Tidying up my living room so I can dance and be me.


If your answer comes back with something like the above (tidying up the living room) just remember that you dropped the need for self care to look a certain way -remember step 1. Because lets face it, sometimes doing that to make your mind feel less cluttered is what you need, sometimes getting the pile of folding thats been on your dining table for the last couple of weeks is what you need to feel accomplished AND sometimes what you need is to say FUCK IT! The never-ending tasks will be there and what I need right now is to do absolutely nothing with pure silence!

We as Mothers don’t necessarily need more self care or to make it more of a priority but instead bringing the practice into our life of connecting to ourself and remembering to meet our own needs… and sometimes that looks like #selfcare other times its a simple bloody glass of water!

Give it a go today, connect with yourself and make it a priority. Too often we forget that meeting our own needs and thriving is just as important in supporting our family to thrive.

Loads of Love

Estelle xx

The end of a chapter…

New Beginnings and the end of an era and a new start for Metanoia Mama Business.

I haven’t known really how to share this because well it’s not easy to share. This purpose (Metanoia Mama and The Mumma Hub) in all its forms has been my life for the last 3 years. Ive put blood, sweat and tears and so much love into this mission I’ve held so deeply in my heart. 

Since September when we experienced a miscarriage things have felt a little forced, all of this has felt like pressure to me. This kind of energy is not my ideal zone of creation, it’s shown me A LOT! 

Something it’s really shown me is how when this all began it truly was a gift. I had come out of one of the hardest times in my life (my experience of post natal depression and anxiety) and I had found a way to share my experiences and join them with my coaching qualifications to support other mothers.

It was my hope to support those Mothers in knowing and choosing a new way for themselves in motherhood and life. 

I write this now with tears running down my cheeks because as hard as I am on myself for not having this “business” where I felt it could have been by now. The Mothers lives I have had the opportunity of touching or impacting whether that be in a workshop, through coaching, in a circle, at a playground in conversation, through my writing on social media and blogs. The connections I’ve made, the friendships I’ve called in have come from my creation.

I haven’t allowed myself to really feel that… I’ve always been in the process of looking at what’s next, how I can impact and support mothers more and more and haven’t actually paused and taken a moment to see what I have created already on this path.

Sometimes we do that as humans, notice all our short falls and miss the reflection on all the moments of light in between. This experience has allowed me to flip that perspective.So I’m honouring myself right now. I’ve spent the last two weeks coming to this decision, feeling lost but knowing deep down it’s so right! 

Letting go of this right now is forcing me to really connect to my true essence like never before. (Pretty timely considering I declared in December my purpose had evolved to connecting mothers deeply, to the deep knowing and remembering of their essence).

I’ve had to think who the F am I without all of this. Am I… the human and soul that I am, worthy of everything my heart desires without this purpose. And Of course I am (just in case you were hanging there.) 

Something interesting though is that I have attached my success as a person to the success of my business. But a perceived idea of success.

What I hadn’t stopped to notice is that this all has been an incredible success, I have been blessed to be able to touch women’s lives and support them in creating change through empowerment. It’s not something I’ll overlook.

It doesn’t matter to me how many women or mothers that is now. I feel honoured even if it was one. What I’ve learnt in spreading my light in my life is that I always find deep fulfilment in my life when I follow the call of my soul. 

Right now that call is re channeling my purpose into coming back to me, through physical, emotional and spiritual healing, not because I’m broken but because it’s time for me to focus on the foundation of me not to serve but for me. 

And equally as important, my purpose is being re channeled  into coming back to motherhood with a deeper presence, more play, more joy, more focus on the simple practices and rituals I get to bask in with Scarlett before she starts school next year.

You can continue to follow along on Instagram or Facebook if you want to. I’ll be sharing everything that brings me joy, writing, photos, real life, anything that’s on my heart really. And who knows maybe this space that my soul has been yearning for will create something magnificent that I feel so called to share. 

I have no expectations, I’m committed to following my heart and soul ALWAYS.

I’ll have space for one or two personal coaching clients but as far as workshops, memberships and events go, my final event will be Redefining The Mother on the 5th of May. This is going to be a powerful workshop to go out on. I’m so excited for the mamas joining me already and looking forward to those who will be joining us. So if you haven’t had the chance to come along to a workshop with me then join me on the 5th!

 If you have read this far Thank You! I couldn’t finish this piece of writing without saying how incredibly grateful I am for each and every person that has supported me along the way. A special thank you to my love Paul for EVERYTHING, to my daughter Scarlett for guiding me always, to the beautiful power house women who have supported me behind the scenes (I seriously couldn’t have done it without each of you), to my coach Stefanos who believed in this vision from the beginning and supported me in taking the leap in bringing it to life. Thank you to my family for your support even when you didn’t quite understand what it is I was doing. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY… to every single woman that invested in themselves by coming to a workshop, event or circle. For the women that chose me to support you personally. I’m so grateful for each of you, I have literally done a happy dance when each of you have bought a ticket to any event or sent in an application for coaching. 

I know I’ll be back and I know this will all look different because I will be different. I’m letting go of the fear of missing out, I’m letting go of the idea of failure by not pushing through. I’m letting go of the pressure and coming back to my essence. So as sad as I am to say Goodbye to this chapter, I’m ready to really redefine the mother and the woman that I am (and that’s why I’m leaving with this workshop). 

With Love and Gratitude,


Our Story of Miscarriage


A note to the reader: This story is confronting and graphic, I have chosen to share it in detail for people to understand a little more about the experience of a miscarriage, something I wish I had of understood before as I feel it would have helped me in this whole experience. Please know that this is my story and my opinion, we are all different. If you have recently experienced a miscarriage or feel a bit fragile with this topic please know that my story may be confronting for you and only read ahead if you feel its something you can be with right now. So much Love, Estelle xx



I held this bundle of love in my body for 9 weeks – who knew a love this strong could flourish in such a small amount of time, the connection could be so strong and then it could all be taken away in just moments.


Ive spent the last few weeks envisioning my life for the next year ahead, I was so excited to be a mum again. We were choosing two children to be our number, and not only was I imagining the next year ahead but what my life would be like for years to come, where I might be at in 5 years time, where my business would be, how my life would look… and it all changed in a flash.


I have cried, howled and felt numb from the deep sadness I experienced in this process, its been like nothing I have experienced before. Everything my heart and my mind was set on would now be totally different.


The days that feel like a dream…


It was the day after I started experiencing what felt like period pain that we had booked in for a dating scan prior. I guess you could say we were lucky to not have to wait for a booking at the ultra sound centre. Waiting from Wednesday evening after my visit to the doctor (who had said there was a 50/50 chance that I was experiencing a miscarriage), to Thursday at 2:30pm for the scan with the final answer was like waiting a life time.


The day of the scan I held it together, as the lady started the ultrasound I could see things didn’t look right. She finally expressed her apologies and confirmed that it would be a miscarriage. I responded with the logical response of “Its ok, it wasn’t meant to be, our body does what it needs to sometimes.” I almost said it robotically. Scarlett said to me as she cuddled her dad, “Mummy, you got a baby in your tummy?”. She could sense my pain and I said to her (still holding it together)…”Im sorry honey, not anymore, sometimes babies choose to go back to the stars in heaven because its not the right time.” To which she responded very matter of fact “The baby died?” and I whispered the words “yes darling”.


I stepped out of the appointment and whaled in pauls arms. We cried together as everything ran through my head and I couldn’t help but blame myself, I kept asking myself what I had done wrong, thinking that if maybe I had eaten better, stressed less, relaxed more. Paul said to me, “I feel like its my fault!” and I said in disbelief “How?!”. I reassured myself and him that these things happen and that we cant blame ourselves because its not helpful. He agreed and reassured me that we would get through this together. Grief has a funny way of bringing you closer to loved ones, revealing your tribe and showing you how much love and support you really have, if you allow yourself to be open to it (more on this later).


I was in shock and I went into autopilot, we were moving house that afternoon and the next day. I told myself that I had to get my shit together. That night as we moved stuff to our new home getting ready for the removalists the next day with the help of our beautiful friend, we just got it done, stopping in between to have a cry and be with the intense period pain that was beginning. In hindsight I may have done things differently and postponed the move but I think we were in shock, we got through it with some amazing removalists and the help of our friends and family.


Everyone kept telling me to rest but I chose to keep busy, it was distracting me from both the physical and emotional pain. On friday night I passed what felt like the biggest blood clot I could imagine. It was traumatising, I burst into tears as I ran to the toilet and cried to my Mum and Paul saying that I thought it was the baby. Im so glad they were there with me because I really had no idea what to expect and knowing I wasn’t alone was so comforting.


Later that night I experienced intense like contractions, having to moan and breathe through them unable to talk, they were happening every couple of minutes. After about an hour they finally passed and I fell asleep utterly exhausted. The following day I woke up feeling fine pain wise and Paul had a couple of hours of work so I decided to head to the shops with Scarlett down the road to grab a few things. I didn’t realise how difficult that would be, I wasn’t ready to face the general public, holding back my tears many times, even when just being asked if I had a Woolworths card! We got out of the shops quickly because the pain was also starting to return.


Once home the pain continued and started to get quite intense again. I was breathing through the pain whilst telling Paul we needed to call the plumber because the hot water wasn’t working #priorities right. Paul tried to take over for me but I wouldn’t let him, I had the task in mind and I just didn’t want to accept my reality, I wanted to distract myself and just get it done. In between running to the bathroom (as I continued to lose more blood) and handing the phone back and forth to Paul so we could explain to the plumber what was happening with the hot water system, I eventually asked Paul to hang up and take me to the hospital. I couldn’t handle the pain anymore and I was losing what seemed to be a lot of blood. Upon reflection of this situation I can see how much I was trying to hold onto control of the situation and everything because this total experience was out of my control.


In the Emergency Department


Paul and I arrived at the Emergency Department and I burst into tears having to say out loud to the nurse that I had a miscarriage. When saying those words out loud it made it all the more real, there was no distractions now, it was just Paul, myself and hours of waiting. As we waited we cried together and laughed together as he tried to cheer me up with ridiculous impersonations on the floor in our room. He was my rock, holding my hand both while he was going through his own emotions of the experience. After an internal assessment (like a pap smear) we were sent home to return the next morning for an ultra sound. Where I was asked to return in the new week to see the gynochologist as their was still “product remaining in my uterus”.


I just want to add a note here that when we experience a miscarriage our hormones plummet, just like after giving birth and the big probably obvious difference is that we don’t have a new born baby to feel so much love over. Which in my experience makes navigating the emotions quite difficult. Dealing with this loss and sadness is enough as it is and then to be experiencing the low of emotions from our hormones plummeting adds a whole other element. Talking to my doctor and my family really helped me to know that yes these feelings were so so real and also my hormones were adding to that.

After I lay on the floor sobbing and Scarlett and our Roxy comforted me. Scarlett asked to take a “camera” (photo)


The night before my appointment with the gynaecologist I was having a shower and I felt a hard clot trying to make its way out. My instincts kicked in, so I got down into a position like giving birth and breathed and pushed it out. I had no idea what was going on and it was a hard clot that was ultimately part of what made up my baby, seeing it on the floor in the shower was really confronting and Paul was there with me along with my mum on the phone. Tears ran down my face as I looked at what had just come out of me on the ground in the shower knowing that part of that made up my baby. The baby I was so excited to bring into the world, the baby I didn’t realise how badly I wanted until I was told I had lost it. (please note that I have no idea if I was suppose to push, I had what felt like more in there but decided to wait to see the doctor then next day because I wasn’t sure if I could cause a prolapse – if thats even possible?)


I was sure that had to be everything and that it could all be over after that but after my appointment, another ultrasound and another internal assessment their was still a lot left in my womb. I was asked to come back to have a D & C the following day to which I agreed. The next day I spent 9 hours waiting, 12 hours fasting and unfortunately I didn’t have it done due to emergency procedures coming first. I wasn’t annoyed, a little hangry but happy to have been gifted a day of nothing other than rest, to journal with no distractions and allow my healing to take place as I wrote this story and put pen to paper. Writing has always been so healing for me.


I write this today and choose to share it in so much detail in hope that we can bring more awareness to this experience. Every experience of miscarriage is so different just like pregnancy and birth. In my experience I had no idea what to expect and for me that made the whole experience somewhat traumatic.


1 in 4 women experience miscarriage and I feel like we get to speak about it more, share our experiences, take the power away from our fears by sharing them. Heal our hurt and our pain by sharing them in anyway, whether that be with the world, with your family, your tribe, a psychologist. This isn’t something that has to be kept hidden from the world because its real and its not uncommon and it’s really hard for a woman to go through.


We chose to go against the grain and share our pregnancy news with the world very early and at first when I found out the news I thought how terrible that people might think and say that we shouldn’t have shared it so early  and thats why you should wait 12 weeks and etc. But If I hadn’t of shared I would have personally felt so much more alone in this experience. I received beautiful, heartfelt messages of love and support from women who had experienced the same thing, women I didnt even know had experienced this and others that I knew had. I was offered support and love by my beautiful friends and family, by strangers, by my realestate, by nurses and doctors. I was open with my experience and with that the love and support has been incredible. I responded to people as I felt I could and often said that I needed time to process right now. Everyone respected my space and also let me know that they were there if I needed anything at all.


To know that I was being held through this both physically when I needed and energetically by every thought, prayer of love and gesture from others is what got me through this.

Bathroom hugs (we seemed to spend a lot of time in here over the last week)


In saying that though I totally and utterly respect anyones decision to wait to share, I totally respect and want to give so much love to every other woman that has experienced this. No matter how far along you were, if you got to hold your baby in your arms or if you didn’t. The moment we fall pregnant a bond is formed, an energetic bond of love. When we have to part with that their is an emptiness that I don’t think anyone understands except a mother who has experienced it. We become a mother as soon as we fall pregnant and that deserves acknowledgement.


This experience I can now comfortably say has been a gift and gee was it difficult to see that gift but here I am a week later and I can feel it. The lessons of this experience for me have been my gift and Im sure their will be more to come as hindsight is a beautiful thing. My lessons have been finding the beauty in mourning and sadness and how powerfully healing that can be to allow sadness and to be with it, to let it flow through me and heal my physical vessel as it does in the mourning process. The experience has also shown me how to trust in myself and trust and listen to my body and it has shown me how to truly receive… the love, the support, a simple smile or hug,  the help and everything else given from beautiful souls in the last few weeks while experiencing nausea through pregnancy and then this experience as well.

The sunset after my operation and saying goodbye to our little love at the beach.


I am not the Woman I was before and I will never forget the little soul I was blessed with for this precious time. We are incredible miraculous beings us Women and as we share ourselves openly in both the light and the darkness our tribe will reveal itself, we create relationships and connection with women and gather to heal our wounds and reclaim our power. Thats the kind of tribe I have built and what I wish for all women.

Woman supporting, holding and raising each other up so we feel safe to share our experiences.


And to my little bundle of Love, I feel you with me and I know that the world wasn’t ready for your light, they needed you back with the stars <3

All My Love Estelle xx