My darling baby boy, I cannot explain how excited you have been to turn 5, the other day I asked you what you’re most looking forward to about being 5, and you jumped up and said “that I’m finally going to be older than 4!” Well, now we’re finally here at long last! I feel … Continue reading A letter to my five-year-old
Being pregnant in the middle of a lockdown was hard enough, but nothing compares to the harsh reality of raising a new-born baby at a time when I was barely allowed to leave the house. Today was Thea’s first settling in session at nursery, in the blink of an eye my little new-born baby is … Continue reading The lost maternity leave
Here we go, let me tell you all about the day my darling Thea came in to the world. I woke up at around 3.30am with some pain; I thought nothing of it at first, I had reached that point in the pregnancy where the nights were so uncomfortable, so I just assumed that I … Continue reading My home birth story
My bub, pooch, pud, baby, Jack, Four, how has this happened? It only feels like yesterday we were celebrating you turning three. Looking back on this past year, so much has happened, it’s hard to put it all in to words. Not long after your third birthday, the three of us went to Cyprus and … Continue reading A letter to my four-year-old
During my first pregnancy, there was no doubt that I was going to give birth anywhere other than the hospital, to me that was the safest place, I didn’t even consider having Jack at home. But this time, my thoughts are the complete opposite and I think having this baby at home is the way … Continue reading Having the baby at home
When you’re pregnant, all you want to do is shout it from the rooftops, look at teeny tiny baby clothes in the shops and show off your bump to the world. Unfortunately, this is far from what my pregnancy has been like so far. It’s a very strange time for everyone at the moment (understatement … Continue reading Pregnancy in a lockdown
It was Monday 3rd February at about 7pm, I had just put Jack to bed and then I peed on the obligatory life changing stick, then we waited - until there it was, the two faint pink lines. I knew straight away that it was a positive result, but Shane didn’t believe it because the … Continue reading The two pink lines
My baby boy, Well, where do we even begin? I just can’t believe you’re three, time really needs to slow down! Jack, you’ve been an absolute dream to be around this year. You’re sweet, thoughtful and so very funny. You often come out with things way beyond your years, and so many people tell me … Continue reading A letter to my three-year-old
I always said ‘I’m not going to be a shouty mum, I don’t see the need to shout’ and all that other pre-parent rubbish. Ha. ha. ha. How naive I was, parenting a toddler is so much harder than I ever anticipated, I thought that we managed to swerve the Terrible Twos but it looks like … Continue reading The shouty mum
My little pud, And in the blink of an eye, you’re two. Where do we even begin? So much has changed this past year, I’m glad to say that all the dramas of 2016/17 are slowly fading away, it’s been a much happier time. This past year your personality has really come out. You’re a … Continue reading A letter to my two-year-old
