I’m not ashamed or afraid to hide behind mental health. If you have read my blog I’ve shared some dark times. When I was pregnant with Jasper, the decision was made to keep me on the highest dose of mood stabiliser. The pros outweighed the cons, with little risk to a baby in utero, a… Continue reading Dejavu part 2.
A week ago we welcomed our fourth child in to the world, it’s hard to imagine that when I started this blog it was initially only about my family with two children but now year after year we welcome new additions, this however, will be the last! So we welcome baby Jasper; a very healthy… Continue reading Dejavu Part 1.
In today’s society you see women and celebrities flaunting their washboard post baby figures just weeks after welcoming a new arrival. The reality is most of us don’t have the money nor time to invest into personal trainers, chefs, oh, and a nanny to look after the brood whilst you tend to your postpartum pouch!… Continue reading Postpartum
When we welcomed our second child into this world I thought my problems would go away , I thought that the darkened moods that hovered around me would go – I’d hoped I’d got the child I had been mourning when Ava was born. And I didn’t. I was desperate to fill a void, that… Continue reading New life
Recently in the area that I live, the disabled community have been getting a right bashing about parking. A local supermarket has supposedly put even more disabled bays in their car park and shock horror they have moved the mother and child bays further away from the store. Now as not only a mother, I… Continue reading Disabled Parking
Every now and then I find myself looking through Ava’s memory box and I have a good cry. I always rummage through and reflect back on the moment in time she first wore her teeny tiny sleepsuit, she was 2 weeks old and she had worn nothing but a nappy since the day she was… Continue reading Memory Box
When did life become so complicated? Ava’s been in hospital for pretty much 3 months now and it’s ridiculous, I’ve watched her fighting, crying, bleed out, had endless needles and catheters put in her. I’ve watched her writhing round in pain, begging me with her eyes to take away the pain, and all I can… Continue reading My Special Boy