It's taken me a little while to work out how I wanted this post to go. The post where I announce how stunned I am that a whole year has gone by since you joined us on this planet. How the time has flown and how I can't ever imagine a day when you weren't … Continue reading And then there was you
I still hurt. I had hoped I wouldn't be saying that at this point. But the truth is, it hurts. Not the sort of hurt which requires painkillers anymore (I couldn't wait to be rid of them) but the sort of uncomfortable that makes you really really bloody grumpy. And the itching. Oh the itching. … Continue reading 3 Weeks Later
"When's the baby due?" "Pardon?" "When's the baby due?" (usually said whilst pointing at my tummy) "Oh no, I'm not pregnant. This is the baby" (as I point to my 10-month old daughter who is the size of an 18-month old and has the hair of a 4-year old) And then I spend the next … Continue reading The Elephant In The Room
Ah ha we meet again my friends You scoundrels and you fiends You’ve clearly had some time to prep You’re well primed and you’re preened You sit and lurk on surfaces You watch and laugh on toys Then seize your chance and transfer onto little girls and boys So innocent and pure they were Until … Continue reading An Ode To Nursery Bugs
I always assumed I'd have two children. In my silly little head, that's what people did. They got married, they got pregnant, they had a couple of children and everything went swimmingly. There was no struggle to conceive, I had never really heard of PND never mind AND and once they were in, babies mainly … Continue reading Becoming a Mum
Dear Phoebe We have one month left together. One month in our perfectly imperfect little bubble. Just you and me. One month before you start to make your own way in this world. You will be 9 months old exactly. You will go to nursery 3 days a week and I have no doubt that … Continue reading Dear Phoebe – the last month in our little bubble
Nobody panic! This isn't some sort of surprise announcement, it's a throwback to last year - there's no way my body could cope with another pregnancy! This week is Baby Loss Awareness Week and it's got me thinking about the journey we took to welcoming Phoebe, our second child. We finally felt ready to expand … Continue reading Who would you have been?
If only I had £1 for every time somebody said this to me when they see Phoebe, I'd be a multi-millionaire by now. "Yes", I say "yes she has, which is funny really when her dad is as bald as a coot". I need to think up another one liner, even I'm getting bored of … Continue reading “Oooooh hasn’t she got a lot of hair”