The Colour Beige

There’s a fussy eater in the house. It’s certainly not me or Craig, who set upon anything remotely edible in our path with luxuriant fervour seen only in George Romero’s (RIP) zombie movies. Harry started off really well. He weaned early and quickly and it showed in his steady weight gain and above average height. But…… Continue reading The Colour Beige

The Mummy-tribe Trap

Early motherhood, especially for a first timer is one of the loneliest times a woman can go through in my opinion. Ironically, something about bringing another person into the world can make you narrow your social circle somewhat.  Parent and baby groups were horrid and cliquey and I’m painfully shy/chronically awkward anyway so they didn’t…… Continue reading The Mummy-tribe Trap

Deep Breath

This week I really want to write about something that is very misunderstood but very widespread. I’ve suffered with anxiety for a few years now, over half my life and was officially diagnosed after having Harry. I’ve always been a ‘worrier’ and an ‘over thinker’ but the thoughts became poisonous and consuming.   Long story short,…… Continue reading Deep Breath

The Next Step

I am absolutely overwhelmed by the response my article about our January Jewel is getting. I wrote the original post to put voice to my pain and hopefully raise awareness and help somebody find comfort. It seems that I’ve achieved that goal. But there’s still so much work for me to do.  Scar ectopic pregnancies…… Continue reading The Next Step

Why I Refuse To Stay Silent About My Miscarriage

I’ve had a few weeks break from writing and its been weird. It’s usually my outlet, my pressure valve and my way of being productive even though my house is falling apart around me. If I’ve had a shit week, I knew I could just throw it all down in a note on my phone…… Continue reading Why I Refuse To Stay Silent About My Miscarriage

Small Victories

I’m sitting here having my smug little brew in my favourite Cath Kidston ‘Mum’ mug after winning a little victory in this never ending war against my very strong willed toddler. It was a battle I never thought I’d win; Harry vs. Milk. A few weeks ago, Harry decided that he didn’t like milk anymore. I’ve…… Continue reading Small Victories

A letter to my son on his first birthday 

Dear Harry John I’ve been thinking about what to write on this day since you were born. Even though you are a deep well of inspiration and joy, that doesn’t make this any easier to distill how you make me feel into words.  I have spent almost every minute of your first year with you;…… Continue reading A letter to my son on his first birthday