I am so touched to be able to share some real stories from people who have faced difficult fertility issues that have gone on, often against the odds, to become parents. Here, Rebecca from Scotland shares her story of her and her partners struggles with trying to conceive, the many hurdles and the magical ending. I hope these stories raise hope and encouragement and…
Our baby was about 4 years in the making, from the start of trying naturally to her doing newborn little lamb cries in our arms. And for some, that’s absolutely nothing. I was never told I was, we were ‘infertile’ as such but post a surprising diagnosis of endometriosis, never being pregnant naturally and once ‘cleaned up’ inside after endo surgery still not getting pregnant…
Earlier this week during a morning bath while baby napped I was intrigued to see what would happen if I gave the girls a squeeze. And there they were. Two little milky blobs. Had that happened a week prior I would’ve leapt out of the tub, loosely wrapped a towel around me whilst trying to preserve the two little droplets until I reached the fridge…
I remember the time my first nephew was born. I was at uni so was around 20 years old. I wore desert boots and caps. And I was prepping a hamper FULL of goodies. I went to HARRODS for Pete’s sake and got some designer bits for the little mite. Plus cuddly toys and booties. Looking back now, I’m not entirely sure a Christian Dior…
This one is a toughy. How do you ask people not to buy plastic stuff for your baby? It’s SO presumptuous that they are even going to get your precious small something in the first place when actually I am absolutely happy with ours not getting a lot at all for her first Xmas. And that’s not me being mean. I would give her the…
I haven’t blogged for a while. I’ve found it hard to work out what I’m doing here. Who would be interested? Am I helping anyone? Because that to me is the key. One subject that seems obvious for me to write about and that I enjoy now is motherhood. It’s taken a journey and a half to get to this point in my life and…
I’ll save you the bother of reading the whole thing if you’re in a rush; A SHIT TON. Bye bye mummy’s overnight case. That now belongs to the small person. For the longer version and perhaps some tips, read on. Earlier in the month hubs and I ventured our first weekend away with our baby, 3.5 months old. The primary destination was Margate…
“Let’s not spend a fortune as it will all be temporary before we do the extension…” “How’s the house guys? Still going to do the extension?” This is a classic tale of girl meets boy, moves in with him, buys a house that they rather cheaply dec out because who has money for that when you’d rather go on holiday? And I’m mainly referring to…
I think I’m seen as one of those girls…ok women, that copes. I think a default position in other people’s minds when stuff is thrown at me is that I’ve ‘got this’. This morning I didn’t. Whatever it usually is that I’ve got, I forgot. It went out of the window. While some of my NCT pals rejoiced in it being the weekend and therefore…
1.30am Baby is wriggling and writhing around. It’s been like this for 2 nights now around this time. Reflux? Colic? Who knows. I think colic, trapped wind. I assume she’s hungry too so I prepare to check her nappy by going to the bathroom and running some warm water in preparation for cleaning her bits with cotton wool. Yep I’m still using cotton wool at…
