Tonight I miss my youth. I’m writing this through blurred, wet vision and a slightly alcohol fuelled mind. (Tonight I had my first drink in 18 months). Tonight I am struggling. I left my boy to go to a different city to help celebrate my sisters 30th birthday. I was so excited that I could… Continue reading I miss my youth …
The time has arrived for childcare to be discussed …
I can’t be the only one that now, on reflection, (even though at the time it was pretty horrendous) giggles (in embarrassment) a little bit, at the fact that all was on show when giving birth and that nurses and doctors saw everything, and in my case put things up my bum! I never ever… Continue reading Women. We are warriors.
Feeding babies often causes debate and conflict of opinions. At my first midwife check, when I was about 9 weeks pregnant, I got asked if I was going to breast or bottle feed. (I had to decide this already?) I automatically said I was going to breastfeed, as this is what you are supposed… Continue reading It doesn’t have to be breast vs bottle.
Post-natal depression. Baby blues. Words that I never thought would play a role in my life. Words that I didn’t really understand. Words that I couldn’t understand as I couldn’t comprehend how you could possibly feel low after having a baby. Words that ended up being discussed when I became a new mother. Words that… Continue reading Where was my rainbow?
I became pretty traumatised at the fact that my vagaja had to stretch to the size of a brand new loo roll, a grapefruit, a large handed mans clenched fist to give birth! (Ok I’m not sure about the size comparison for the last one) but seriously, 10 cms! Why did nature not make this… Continue reading How about you stay inside?
I was adamant, convinced, would have put money on it that I was having a girl! I had planned outfits, names and what the future was going to be like with a daughter. Let me just mention, this isn’t a post about gender disappointment. I just genuinely thought me and Matthew were having a girl,… Continue reading There’s a willy!