10.13am I’m sitting at a table for one in a kitchen cafe attached to a garden centre. Yes, that’s right people. A garden centre. It’s Friday and I have brought myself out for brunch. The table I am at is looking out on to fields. There’s a reserved sign in front of me for someone else to nab this spot from 12.45. So I’ll just…
I’ve been asked a few times to write a blog on this subject so behold everyone, here ‘tis. I get nervous hitting publish on things like this though as I fear I’m adding to the quagmire of ALLLL the opinion that mums face about the choices they make for their little ones. Because amongst all the opinion we can cloud over and sometimes fail to…
I can’t find time to: shower / clean the house / put the washing away / cook healthy meals / eat / drink / food shop / tend to my relationship / rest / sleep That mum over there is: still breastfeeding / so slim so quickly / fresh faced/ coping / reading a book while her baby naps / brave / nailing it That…
Hello and welcome to another round of ‘I don’t know what I’m doing’; a common game we play as parents as our weeny smalls stare up at us expectantly with all the trust in the world. Meanwhile, we peer back with an ‘oh god, I hope this works’ grimace and an ‘oooh this is going to be great!’ sing song. I started writing this blog…
2018 was a big, big year. John turned 40, we moved out and rented a house 10 mins up the road at 6 months pregnant, did a double story house extension, had a (slightly) premature baby that made her worldly appearance while we were on a 3 night mini break in Norfolk that we hadn’t packed a babygro for, navigating a marriage with a mini…
When Gemma sent me this account of 7 years of battling through infertility, I just couldn’t believe what I was reading. This lady and her husband have been through countless ups and downs, heartbreaking outcomes and a whole lot of pain; physical and emotional. At times I wondered how they found the strength to carry on after so many setbacks. But they did and my…
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…
