Why I do it and how it doesn't make me a bad mother. There is so much speculation around this topic, my own mother has even had a comment or two on it. In a nutshell, my daughter sleeps in the bed with us. And you know what? It works. We like it. We all sleep better and I'm about to blow you away with some cold hard facts.
It may be natural but it's not always easy. Doing it in public, drinking alcohol, what to wear and a few things I've learned. Doing it in Public. Day 3 of the little one being born my aunt and uncle came to visit from London, and with a little persuasion got us out of the… Continue reading Breastfeeding
I was no exception from the feeling they were making a mistake allowing me to take home and care for a tiny human. Surely there was at least a test I should have to take? Or a vetting... like if I were to adopt a dog? No? Sure?
It all went a bit wrong to be honest. I didn't get the Birthing Centre in the New Forest, the water birth, the relaxing calm environment. It’s as if someone looked at my birth ‘plan’ and went “psych!” but I’ll get to that bit later. (Don’t worry, no gory details provided.)
Please, don’t judge the name. No, hypnosis is not involved.
I had my eye on this for months but due to my impending due-date I was cautious not to buy tickets, just in case. Thankfully the little bub decided not to arrive early and on the Saturday we bought tickets for the matinée the following Sunday, in Southampton’s Mayflower Theatre. The tickets are reasonably priced… Continue reading The Addams Family Musical
The Realities of Moving Out/Abroad
The Waiting Game.
I’ll admit getting pregnant half way through the last year of my masters wasn’t exactly the plan. I had ideas of getting my foot in the door of the career I want and put all those hospitality and admin jobs behind me. But alas here we are and with those jobs come the dismal pay.… Continue reading “We can’t afford it!”
I’ve always had body insecurities – who hasn’t? While at school the majority of my friends were naturally skinny and I went through that stage of trying everything I could to be just like them. Turns out, I’m just not built that way and it took me a long time to actually (sort of) accept that. Then all of a sudden my body doesn’t belong to me anymore, it belongs to the baby it’s trying to grow.