

Describing my mums' group sounds like the trailer for a movie.
Stick with me. Read this in your best Mr Movie voice: a ragtag bunch of women connected by nothing more than the fact that they all got knocked up around the same time.
In fact, if I was reviewing that movie I'd say the characters were a little cliched. We had the Corporate Girl Boss, worried about taking time away from work; the All-Natural Earth Mumma; the Adventurous One, with itchy feet to travel, the Fashionista, who bought baby clothes at Gucci (it's true) and so on… We even had a Scientist in the group — handy if the movie of our lives ever had a sci-fi spin-off.
Movie tropes aside, as a new mum, mothers' group was my lifeline. I'm not sure how I would've survived those early days of motherhood without it.
While we had little in common to start, our lives became incredibly similar in the early months after birth. We were all inner-city couples with a newborn, sleep-deprived and muddling through the chaos of early parenthood.
We went through it all together — the struggles with feeding, mysterious rashes, postpartum bodies, the endless teething dramas, strained marriages and pictures of poo.
So many pictures.
A lot of conversations (and pictures not safe for work) were in WhatsApp, but the best moments were spent physically together, often sitting in a park or cafe with our babies baring our souls and setting the world right.
As the years have gone by, our paths have diverged. Some of us are back at work full-time, others are starting over with new businesses or studying. There have been separations, new partners and more babies. Finding a date we can all make is a challenge and when we do get there, finding common conversational ground can be even harder. The first half is often filled with small talk rather than the deep, meaningful conversations we used to have and still crave.