Today is the 24th of January, a spectacularly uninteresting day to many I imagine. For me it was the start of a traumatic experience, an experience that is still ongoing, but there is finally a light at the end of the tunnel. I have written about this before, 3 times in fact. It has been a… Read More One year on
It has been an interesting year, thought I’d go through it with some blog posts. Started the year puking, while technically this is a post from last December, it is exactly how January started for me. Dear future self On the subject of the toilet, you know how at the beginning you were thinking you… Read More A 2014 recap: Puking, parenting, pain and feminism
“If you’re going through hell, keep going” – Winston Churchill.
Monday 17th November 2014 is World Prematurity Day, a day for talking about around 15 million babies born prematurely worldwide. My daughter is one of them, and while I was aware of premature babies prior to her birth I was most definitely ignorant to how hard it could be for the families of these tiny little miracles.… Read More World Prematurity Day: Bonding can be hard
This blog post has now moved to Squeak And Pob
As some of you may know I’ve recently had a baby (she is doing really well by the way), and my son has just turned two. My daughter is now 9 weeks old (or her corrected preemie age – 2 days), and it’s been interesting for me remembering what it’s like to have a small baby… Read More Babies ARE boring – I agree with Lily Allen
This post is a Guest Post by my husband, giving his perspective on having a child in special care. – MoG For me I was always more worried about my wife than anything else. The doctors sat her on the table, and the previously friendly anesthesiologist began to have a bit of a tiff with… Read More Guest Post: Parents Not Welcome
Nearly two years ago I was rushed into theatre, given a powerful epidural and had my first child pulled out of me with what appears to be a cross between a plunger and a vacuum (ventouse delivery). It all sounds pretty horrific, and I did find it quite upsetting at the time. However the moment… Read More When is a mother not a mother?