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 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?
Please, don’t judge the name. No, hypnosis is not involved.
The Waiting Game.