When they’re sick, we stop. When your kid struggles to breathe past the phlegm that’s building in her chest, you’re there. When they’re crying because their tummy hurts, because they itch, because it hurts to lie down, there you are. Your life, your sleep, stops. You stop when they are sick. Because you have to.… Continue reading When they’re sick, we stop.
What a wave of horror those two words denote. Recently shared on social media* I have looked on with tears in my eyes as one after another my friends link together with their experiences of sexual harassment or assault. The idea behind the campaign was to show the scale of the problem. I sadly don’t… Continue reading #MeToo.
Mica is a silicate mineral, and it is made up of many (peelable) sheets. It is actually a group of minerals, but they all display similar properties. It is heat resistant, but does not conduct electricity. When you handle it you come away with sparkles on your hands. It is used in pigments, in beauty… Continue reading Let me tell you about Mica
This didn’t work out for me this time. It’s still way too raw for me to really try and process what’s happened. Right now I’m watching Magic Mike XXL and basically not thinking about it. But before there was this, there was the fact I was pregnant. And this is what it’s like to be… Continue reading Pregnancy after loss
Can we just take a moment to recognise that sometimes we all get it a bit wrong when it comes to parenting? Nobody is a perfect parent, no matter what they may put out there or what you may think after scrolling through social media. And it’s not because we are terrible people, it is… Continue reading Keeping it real
I’ve written before about travelling with a baby. It isn’t easy. The looks you get as you step on the plane, babe in arms (or sling) probably wailing because they wanted to eat the skanky crisp off the floor that’s been trodden into the Easyjet carpet by 7,000 other fliers. The panic of having to… Continue reading Sun, sea and a&e… with a toddler
It goes without saying that after having kids your standards drop to unrecognisable levels. I’m not just talking about personal care (although the last time I visited a hairdresser was June last year and bikini waxes… not so much), but everything initially is sacrificed in favour of sleep. Diet becomes relegated to whatever is quickest… Continue reading Setting the bar lower
We talk about mum guilt all the time, my friends and I. It’s interlaced in each conversation we have about our children, or about our lives. It’s huge. I say Nives had a nightmare that I’m pretty sure is down to a book I read her with a crocodile. I seethe inwardly every time I… Continue reading I should be building a kingdom
This morning, while we were doing the mad dash to get out the door, I ran in cat sick. It was one of those final-straw type moments. I’d brushed teeth, showered myself and my toddler – because who wants to take a shower alone anyway?- dressed her, realised the time (and freaked out) and it was at… Continue reading Cat sick
So that’s it. Gone. Just like that. Nine weeks, I thought. You didn’t make it past five. My gestational sac is still growing; every week it will grow more. Soon it will be broken down and then it will pass. And I won’t even be a bit pregnant any more. I’ll be post-pregnant but I… Continue reading Miscarriage
January 17, 2017