Happy breastfeeding! You’re never leaving.

Just wait for me to adopt a defensive foetal posture before I say this. Ok, I'm ready. I really dislike breastfeeding. Bear with me a minute. I know the benefits. I believe in them. That's why I keep plugging (nippling?) on. But I am not a glorious earth mother overflowing with milk and honey. I … Continue reading Happy breastfeeding! You’re never leaving.

And a bottle o’ rum (might help, too)

Happy weekend! We made it to Saturday! In case you, dear reader, feel strange and sad and like you'll be sat on the sofa, surrounded by mess, feeding a baby for the rest of eternity, here's a boy with a muslin on his head, pretending to be a pirate in an upside-down footrest. His attempt at … Continue reading And a bottle o’ rum (might help, too)

In short, again.

'I feel like I will never have a normal life, ever again', I tweeted this evening. 'THIS MEANS DOUGHNUTS'. I was tired and fretting about feeding and, to be honest with you, a little bit upset about Richard III. And when you want to write something dramatic and negative, dear friends, it is always, always … Continue reading In short, again.

Myself and the rabbit

I am off to buy breastpads and books from the supermarket. I know what you're thinking: how can a life of such glamour be contained in this humble blog? That is not the point. The point is this: I have twenty minutes exactly before I need to get back and give Timothy his car for … Continue reading Myself and the rabbit

Open your hands

We were five days into this two-baby experiment, and something felt off. Of course, it was unbearably hot, I hadn't slept for longer than two hours all week, and I was hurting everywhere, so there was plenty of off to go around. But this was something else. Tim put Henry to bed and Henry got … Continue reading Open your hands

Text messages from the first day I flew solo

It took me half an hour to assemble the double pushchair - while stopping Hen from jollying off down the road and running up and down the stairs to check on Edward (seriously, how is this done?). And the health visitor stayed for an hour, and Henry took his nap in the pushchair, which meant … Continue reading Text messages from the first day I flew solo

What I Wish I’d Known About Two: five things no one tells you

Last, but definitely not least! I'd planned for this guest post series to run on consecutive days. Giving birth the day before kind of threw a spanner in the works. But I've loved reading and posting these, and hope you've enjoyed them too. Thank you so much to everyone who contributed. This post is brill. … Continue reading What I Wish I’d Known About Two: five things no one tells you

What I Wish I’d Known About Two: the practicalities

Today's post is from the lovely Fay, with two slightly older children - I do love hearing from more experienced mothers. Somehow you're able to look back on things with less anxiety (and a better sense of humour)! And all that indecisiveness seems to disappear in hindsight. I especially enjoyed what she says here about … Continue reading What I Wish I’d Known About Two: the practicalities

Counting to ten [days]

Number of times I have said the word 'gently': approximately 4500. Number of changed nappies, large and small: 88. Number of hospital check-ups: 3. Number of times hair has been torn out of head in frustration at hospital parking: 3. Number of times Henry had to say 'apples' before I realised he meant 'nipples': 35. … Continue reading Counting to ten [days]

There is a world outside, and it’s got toy cars

I would like to report something momentous: yesterday we all left the house together for an outing, all at once. We only traipsed up and down the stairs to load the car twelve more times than usual. We went to Beale Park, which turned out to be a wonderful destination for crazy-hot weather, a tank … Continue reading There is a world outside, and it’s got toy cars