So half term was part 'chill out' time and part 'let's start prepping for our move down south'. We won't move until the summer and whilst I lived in London for 11 years before relocating back when Oliver was 1, it feels like quite a big move as we have two kids now.
Over the last few weeks, several women have asked me what it's like to have kids- and I feel I have a duty to them- and to you guys- to be honest that while raising kids can be blooming life-affirming and wondrous, it can also be incredibly tough: mentally and physically.
Pregnancy - and especially your first pregnancy - can be a daunting experience. As a self-certified hypochondriac, even the smallest ailment is enough to to send my worry-levels into overdrive, so as you can imagine, when 'with bump' this was a million times worse.
I literally can't believe my baby boy, Xander turned 3 on Sunday, my charming, loveable, second born son is simply growing up too quickly and I'd like it to stop, STOP I tell you- I want him to remain my baby always, and I suppose he always will be just that, my littlest, youngest love.
A post on my experience, having a traumatic birth.
Women have C-sections for all kinds of reasons, be it emergencies or electives to help ensure mother and baby are safe as well as for example if a women feared birth greatly. We are lucky that in the UK we now have the choice to request a section. It is our right.
Oliver had a fabulous 3rd birthday party with a few friends yesterday (27 being a few *cough). Held at a well known private leisure centre it was Thomas the Tank Engine themed (O's obsessed with that excitable little train and declared on seeing his cake, "I'd like to eat the funnel and boiler first Mama"). I might have had to ask him to show me which part was the boiler. What?
In light of the awards' season: the Baftas and Oscars out there for the film industry, I started to ponder-where are the awards for all the amazing mothers out there-because you totally and utterly deserve it.