What a difference a year makes

      I was cleaning out my nappy bag (long overdue) and inside one of the pockets I found a newborn nappy (don’t worry it hadn’t been used). It looked so tiny, like it would fit a doll, but I remember it used to do up around a little bottom belonging to my son Angus. In fact it was … Read More

My son eats food off the floor…but I’m not a bad mum

    I don’t take criticism well, I never have. Constructive or otherwise, I always take it to heart, and then want to slap the person delivering it to me. I remember taking an essay I had written in year 9 to another english teacher to be re-marked, because I didn’t agree with the grade my teacher had awarded me. … Read More

It wasn’t love at first sight…but it has been ever since

I received a text from a friend of mine who recently had a baby, telling me how utterly in love she was with her bundle of joy. It automatically brought me back to that moment when the doctor first placed Angus on my chest, all waxy and gooey and belting out a scream. But my first feeling wasn’t overwhelming love. … Read More

Oh no…I’m clucky again!

    I distinctly remember thinking as I paced the corridors of the delivery ward, trying to speed up my labour, “why would anyone do this again?” On day 3, when the baby blues set in, and we were all crying, I had the same thought. As we left the hospital, with this tiny, innocent bundle strapped into the capsule, … Read More