Sometimes I wish it was ten months ago, so that I could sit with you in my arms for hour after hour, until 3 or 4am but not really noticing the time, at which point I’d carry you upstairs and cuddle you in my bed for the rest of the night.
Sometimes I wish it was ten months ago, so that I could spend hours gazing… Continue reading
When The Baby was born, on leaving the hospital, I was given her Little Red Book; the book which contains all the information about her paediatric checks, her sessions with the health visitor, visits to the doctor, and all her immunisations. All the things that, here in the UK, we take for granted. All the things that help our children grow to be strong and healthy.
But 8 million… Continue reading
I have been tagged in this Green Chain by the lovely Dorkymum. Each post in this chain raises £10 for one of three environmental charities, Surfers Against Sewage, Trees For Cities, and Young People’s Trust For The Environment, and it’s a brilliant way of looking… Continue reading
When The Baby was born, she was big. I mean BIG. She weighed 9lb 9oz, was 53cm long and had a head so big it would struggle to emerge from the Channel Tunnel, let alone my vagina. OK, so it was 38cm, but still, 38cm. She was in the 91st or 98th centile for each measurement.
So when, at eleven weeks, and again at twenty weeks, her weight had… Continue reading
Sorry, is it January again? It’s freezing cold, it’s grey, it’s raining. And it’s taking The Baby over an hour to settle off to sleep.
She screams, she cries, she wails, and all she wants is to be cuddled up and rocked to sleep.
We’ve been here. We did this. We did this for nearly seven months. We went through heartbreak and buckets… Continue reading
I am feeling rather ‘blue’ tonight. A bit low. I can feel the lump of sadness stuck somewhere between my lower ribs and my saggy baggy tummy button, occasionally working its way into my throat making me feel like puking and weeping at the same time. I can feel that cloud approaching, a bit like the one that used to follow the Pink Panther around in the cartoon; lurking, following… Continue reading
… I really don’t like packing out-grown baby clothes off into the loft.
It’s now the third lot of clothes I’ve bundled up and got The Boyfriend to chuck into the loft, and I’ve decided I’d like to stop now. The Baby is growing up far too quickly, she is rapidly approaching her first birthday, and all these out-grown clothes only… Continue reading
I love, love, love this linky from Scribbling Mum. It makes me focus on what is good right now. Not what could be good, not how wonderful life might be if things changed just a little, but now, right now, what’s good.
Which today is… Continue reading