I challenged us, one of everything for the entire weekend. I love nothing more than a challenge, despite my tendency to usually fail at them.
D took four weeks off work when Jellybean was born, as the days steadily ticked by I was becoming more and more aware of how little people I knew in the same position as me. Or how many people I knew in general. Unfortunately I had no childhood friends, school friends or undergrad friends… Continue reading Making Mum Friends
Parenthood and shit days go hand in hand, and if you thought any different then sorry but this is your wake up call. Unless of course you're one of those annoying stepford-wife-robots and are completely in denial of how utterly shit your spawn can be at times. Sorry, but I'm not buying it when… Continue reading Shit Days
First off, you don't need to justify anything to me. I don't know what I'm doing either, pal. There are books upon books written about parenting, so much so that if a first-time mum went searching for a bit of solace and support, she can end up feeling rather panicked at all of the conflicting… Continue reading Parent Your Way
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 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.