As someone that grew up in the Spice Girls era it is of no surprise that supporting women became deeply important to me. I didn't stand in a rainy playground in the north of England screaming my lungs out to Wannabe for the idea of Girl Power not to nestle itself within the fabric of … Continue reading Zigah Zig Ah
My birth experience third time round was perfect. It was the kind of birth that you say "Oh fuck off" when you hear someone talking about it. It was the kind of birth that The Positive Birth Company would print in their book to promote their Freya app (which I would highly recommend) and the … Continue reading Someone like me
It was around 4 days after being discharged from hospital, without my new-born baby, that I decided that running up and down the stairs might help make things better. It's funny how my mind desperately found a way to cope and the many different things I tried to control, when in reality I had no … Continue reading Coping
Having a premature baby is a lot like hosting a party for the first time. You know you're going to be having a party, so you get everything ready that you think you will need. You know you're going to have to get the venue as clean and tidy as possible ready for all the … Continue reading Party
I have stared at the ceiling's of rooms all over the world. I have counted the ripples on the ceiling rose in Barcelona, held my breath for 5,10,15 seconds in Copenhagen, I have written lists in Madrid and contorted my body into various shapes Reykjavik all in the hope of being able to fall asleep. … Continue reading Dot
Getting a bikini wax before going in to labour. All I can say is "I'm sorry" to the junior doctor that was first on scene. I'm not sure if he's continuing with his medical career but my god, you put on a brave face and were so composed. Having a "sweep." Having watched an unhealthy amount of … Continue reading Birth related things I worried about whilst pregnant.
I'm handed a leaflet. The first line reads "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." I'm told I could be experiencing this and that this leaflet might help. I'm assuming that by this they mean I can tear the leaflet into tiny pieces and swallow it and it will help alleviate this feeling that there is a grenade … Continue reading Forget
The cruelest trait of anxiety is its ability to creep up and blindside you whilst you're sitting eating your mugshot on a Tuesday afternoon. For me, anxiety started as that feeling of rocking on your chair a little too hard and tipping over the point of balance. If you manage to catch yourself before it's … Continue reading My old flame
You don't look like a mum 