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…
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…
So I did not imagine that during the first bath for 4 months (pre baby) I would be mentally jotting notes in my brain about a blog post. But I felt overwhelmed with emotion. Through the glorious steamy scent of Neom Organics that a pal had kindly bought for me, I looked down at my body in the water and all I could think of…
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…
Breastfeeding awareness week. If you’re a new mum, regardless of what side of the breastfeeding voyage you may be on, depending on who you follow on social media, it’s likely gonna get annoying. And ironically here I am adding to the plethora of personal accounts on the subject. A quick scroll through Instagram this morning and I’ve already been bombarded with photos of mums with…
Wow. The title of this blog still blows my tiny, sleep deprived mind. But yes, I had a baby. 3 weeks ago. I got pregnant in Sept 2017 after round 3 of IVF. I carried a baby (almost) to term and now she’s out in the world, safe (I mean, ish…we’re new at this!) with me and her daddy. I purposefully kept the whole pregnancy…
So it’s almost two weeks since I started to lose my first ever pregnancy. Clinging on to the bathroom sink, rocking back and forth before the ambulance arrived, my body cruelly experiencing contractions. Right now I should be almost 8 weeks pregnant, willing on the 12 week scan to breathe a brief sigh of relief to have made it to that milestone. But. I’m not…
