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'm under no illusion that my fears are "normal" Looking a doctor dead in the eye and telling them that your baby is laughing at peculiar times when there is nothing funny to laugh at is not a "normal" maternal response to a laughing baby. Most people would film it, but I'd had bad experiences … Continue reading Gut
Anxiety is the treacle in my hair, licking my cheeks as I rest my head on the pillow at night. In the morning when I go to shower I realise there wasn't as much treacle as I thought there had been but it is still frustratingly hard to get the remnants out of those last … Continue reading Treacle
You don't look like a mum 