Scuba mum

And I became a scuba mum.

So you wake up one morning, you make your coffee, and don't even know that your life is about to change forever.

You are so used to just go with the flow, pack your bags in 1h, take a plane, dive somewhere different, and start all over again.

And then one morning... You take the decision that will make pack your bags during one full day.

And in the middle of your regs and bcd, there is a milk bottle, and you wonder what happen.

I dived during my first 6 months of pregnancy. Many of them because I didn't know, and then, because I was feeling better going diving that staying dry. Then one day I got ready, I was nearly in the water, and my body said, not now.

So I stayed dry for 4 months! 4 months without making bubbles, 4 months without my everything, basically, 4 months pretty pissed of.

Then I look back now, that I'm back where I belong, and it was a mix of emotions (maybe hormones as well), that I couldn't control. I didn't want to loose my life, I didn't want to loose myself.

And I didn't.

I have a buddy that loves water, loves hanging out at the dive centre, loves to play with mask and fins.

I have a buddy that knows, that if he wants to have a happy mum and have all her love, he needs to share her sometimes with the underwater world.

I realised that you can do anything.

The passion is too strong, too powerful, too.... Stuck in who you are.

And coffee works really good as well to keep you going. Long sleepless nights, long diving days, games on the beach, and then all the rest that made you don't write anything on a blog for nearly two years.

But I'm back, hopefully for good.

Back underwater, back with my IDCs and back in the blog. 

Just here to share my adventures.

Barefoot is back.

Peace and love