Something resonated with me the other day. Someone said what you need to do “is go with your most closest friend..” I zoned out after that. I’ve thought for a long time, I’ve mulled things over in my head and it’s something I’ve addressed in therapy. I don’t have any friends. Not proper ones. On… Continue reading The emptiness
So many people time and time again question how I do it? Do what? Be a parent, a mum? I just do, just like every other mum I know. The days you don’t hear from me, the days I lay low are the days I admit to myself that it’s overwhelming, that I need time… Continue reading Carer vs Mother
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.
This is a bit of a weird one, my partner and I had a discussion the other day about how when another child is sick, and I mean just your average poorly, we struggle to empathise. It’s not because I am heartless or cold or all reasons like that, it’s purely because I think when… Continue reading Feeling empathy and sympathy to other families…
I’d been good for too long, a good couple of weeks or so, and today it shows I’m still not “well”. Both of my children have been testing to say the least, I have Ava who has been in hospital poorly and now home but still poorly on endless medication and generally all round not… Continue reading The Inevitable
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…