You could be forgiven for thinking that January is a bit of a tosser. A moody, self righteous bugger if you like, responsible for fear, loathing and a plague of 'inspirational' Instagram quotes. But to feel this about January is to get January all wrong.Read More
I was, rather aptly, changing my son's nappy when the news came through on my phone: "Donald Trump has been elected President of the United States".
SHIT. Quite literally.
"OH GOD". I yelled to my husband, as I bundled the baby up close, his little hands slipping under the shoulders of my dressing gown. "It's happened". We gathered on our landing, switched on the radio and slowly turned the volume up on reporters trying to make sense of a dire situation.Read More
Ah, breastfeeding. Nature's nectar. Bonding time with the bebe. No sterilising. No bottles to grapple with. FREE! What's not to love for a lazy, skint girl like me with romantic visions of nursing my child by the light of the moon?
Well, 4-months in, I'm yet to braid my hair and feed my child under a celestial sky. But I have found myself 2-hours deep on the A303 U-bending my boob across a moving vehicle and into the screaming mouth of my mini human.
I'm thinking sure, breastfeeding is GREAT and all, but seriously, it's also batshit bonkers. Here are 11 times breastfeeding has made me seriously question What The Insania Am I Doing feeding a child via my tits.Read More
After 32 hours of latent labour followed by 6 hours of active, my baby's heartbeat bounced, sending me direct to theatre for an emergency cesarean.
I knew very little about what an emergency c-section experience might look like until I was horizontal on a gurney having my baby removed from somewhere south of my belly button. Not knowing what to expect left me feeling unnecessary levels of shock and trauma. While I still wish my baby had arrived 'naturally', I think knowing more might have saved me some of the post-natal sobbing. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
So, in the spirit of talking about birth more, (something I'm now pretty mouthy about), here's a practical insight into what an emergency c-section can look like.Read More
Last year I wrote a piece on grief for The Pool, where I talked about encountering buried feelings during my pregnancy. I lost my mum when I was 19, and growing my own first child unsurprising unearthed sadness I'd previously fought to smother.
In the piece I talk about grief as something other – a rescue dog, unpredictable but not uncaring. A force that needs nurturing I suppose. I've been thinking about that dog sporadically since then. As suggested in the piece, he creeps up from time to time: a woof, a growl, a whimper.Read More