Category Archive: Motherhood

Golden.

I want to tell you about Nyah Rose. She’s my brother’s little miracle girl – and nine glorious months old now. I want to tell you about Richard and Jules too and what incredible… Continue reading

On breastfeeding in public in the UK

Okay – so this has sat in my drafts for FOREVER. I’ve resisted pressing ‘Publish’ because I don’t want to be seen as a ranter. But do you know what? Nothing changes if… Continue reading

CHD Week: What to ask at the twenty week scan.

I have a few regrets. And this is one. At our twenty week scan with Albie, we didn’t want to know if it was a boy or a girl, we just wanted to know… Continue reading

Fedora hats.

Our dear Fred turned six months a couple of weeks ago. Six months! I thought it would be fun to do Albie’s six month photo with Fred but I don’t think I will try… Continue reading

Lately.

This first month with Freddy has been breathlessly easy. Don’t get me wrong, of course I am chained to the couch feeding him, and he has me up multiple times a night, and… Continue reading

This.

That dream I hoped for – of coming home with a healthy child, is all ours. His arrival was different to what I thought it would be, imperfect as life always is. Maybe… Continue reading

How expecting a healthy baby after a medically fragile one is as scary as it is awesome

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your… Continue reading

Carrying Happy Zoosee

Sorry for throwing our pregnancy announcement out there and then saying nothing more. And thank you too for all the well wishes and congratulations. Such love! For a while there, I didn’t know how… Continue reading

….and so…

We are having another baby.   I have a lot more to say to you about this, believe you me. Too much more really. I have taken the best part of Albie’s nap… Continue reading

Red Rocks

I find myself dissatisfied with just about everything at the moment. The garden’s too wet and dark, the number of good winter jumpers I own is too few, the location of England too… Continue reading