I think my blog is a bit negative, I know it is, but, it’s somewhere I can come at a stupid time in the morning and just write how I feel. I can’t change the world, or my situation, it’s simply the cards I’ve been dealt and I just have to get on with it.… Continue reading One of those days…
When I gave birth to Ava I never saw her, all I remember is seeing her feet as she was placed on top of me for two seconds before she was taken to be resuscitated. It was the single most scariest thing I’ve ever been through in my life. I felt so detached from Ava,… Continue reading A Thank You To My Midwife
I obviously don’t mean prison,but then again it might as well be. Except if this were prison I have an indefinite sentence … Since my son was born I have lost count on how many hospital admissions Ava has had, it’s really been that many. I feel guilty Ava spends her life in a hospital… Continue reading Life Behind Bars
I’ve said many a time and again I’d like to reiterate, it is was it is , Ava wouldn’t be Ava if she didn’t have CHARGE syndrome. I’d never have learnt to love her big blue eyes that can literally tell me all I need to know about what she’s feeling. I’d never have learnt… Continue reading The Lips That Can’t Kiss
Since my youngest was born (15 weeks ago) Ava has had 5 hospital admissions, 3 of which resulted in more then 1 nights stay at either our local or specialist hospital. We don’t know an awful lot about her autonomic system – but we do know it’s perhaps not working as it should and he… Continue reading A Constant Battle
I shared a post on here 4 weeks ago about PND. Now my baby is 12 weeks old I feel able to enlighten and open up old wounds a bit more, if only for my own sanity. The one thing that has really struck me about my whole experience as a mother, and a mother… Continue reading Chasing Shadows
It’s been 8 weeks since I had an elective c-section for my beautiful baby boy. The weeks have flown by in some respects but in others it really hasn’t, sometimes the days would feel so endless and so isolate that I’d check my clock and question – is that REALLY the time? It was usually… Continue reading It’s Not A Badge Of Failure…
