2.22pm on a Sunday afternoon may seem to be an unusual time to schedule a blog post to publish, but this time holds a special place in my heart. 2.22pm, 18th February 2016 was the time and date that the little “blastocyst that could” was transferred into my uterus.
It’s the time and date that a tiny embryo made the biggest impact on my life.
I warn you. This post is lengthy. Get a brew and a biscuit before you start.
February 2012. The Hubby and I had been together for two years, and although not yet married, we had been discussing our desire to have children together.
I’ve always been an honest and open person. This meant that as my Hubby and I struggled to conceive, and ultimately ended up on the path of fertility treatment, I would converse with friends and family about it all.
Sharing our journey with others helped me. My Hubby chose to keep things to himself. To put his energy into other things. But I liked to talk. This led to some of the following things being said to me.
I know that the following was said with good intentions, and I’m sure if the person who spoke these words to me knew how much it hurt they would be mortified. I don’t place any blame anywhere, but hope to educate others on what not to say to a friend or family member who is in a similar position. Read more
I’m trialling a new type of blog post, and so now every Tuesday will be a TOP TEN post. (Don’t groan, I swear I’ll make them interesting/fun/brief!)
This week I shall be focusing on my TOP TEN parenting tips.
E is only fifteen months old, so no doubt I shall return to this list in the future to change and adapt it, but so far, these are the handiest tips I can think of: Read more
E started baby led weaning at five months old. This was a bit before the suggested age, but after doing my research, I knew she was ready.
We sat her in her high chair, at the end of the dining table, and gave her some par-boiled carrots. To watch her was to know that we had done the right thing. Read more
Since becoming a Mother, I’ve come to realise that I’ve lost a little of my happy-go-lucky attitude. In my mission to make sure everything is perfect for E, where once I would stumble over and ignore little niggles and frustrations, shrugging my shoulders and getting on with life, I now find myself drowning in anxiety, fear, and apprehension. Read more
So, I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I think the female servant, Mama Mama, has gone a little looney. And I don’t mean in an adorable Roger Rabbit kind of way. I think she may actually have lost her marbles. Read more
Dear Santa / Father Christmas / Kris Kringle / Coca-Cola dude,
I know it’s been a while since I last wrote to you, and don’t worry, I won’t be asking for a new bike, or a Commodore 64 this time round. I’ve grown up a little since then.
How lonely do you feel as a Mum?
A survey conducted by Channel Mum found that more than 90% of Mums in the UK admitted to feeling lonely since having children.
This survey, which asked 2,025 mothers a number of questions about their roles as Mothers, also showed that 54% admitted they felt more “friendless” since giving birth.