A post on my experience, having a traumatic birth.
My firstborn turns 9!
My birthday boy.
Advice on inductions.
Be who you want to be.
An inspiring read.
How to balance your hormones by Angelique Panagos.
Read about the march.
Read about our farewell lunch.
I've always had decent, naturally strong, rounded nails. They hit their peak when I was pregnant to be honest-oh how I miss my preggie nails..they were the strongest, longest nails I've ever had when I was up the duff (my hair was at its silkiest too).
So BIG ANNOUNCEMENT klaxon: we're moving back down South in the summer, to Windsor most likely, or close by in the outskirts of London.
Welcome to my Wonderful Women series featuring (yup you've guessed it) a whole lot of wonderful women. This week I'm speaking to Rebecca Schiller who is a writer, campaigner and occasional doula whose work centres around women's rights in childbirth. She's CEO of the high-profile human rights in childbirth charity Birthrights, writes freelance for The Guardian, The Pool and others and her latest book Why Human Rights in Childbirth Matter was published in September.
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.
On the same day that the nation celebrates one special birth, Pampers partners with award winning director to celebrate #everybaby. Pampers know that every beautiful baby is a prince of princess to their parents, and with 2,000 babies born every day in the UK, each deserve the same joyous celebrations to mark their birthday!
On Saturday, my eldest son, my floppy haired, bright eyed Oliver turned 5. I actually can't believe I'm typing this out-5, it sounds so, well grown up.
If there wasn't enough anxiety-filled pressure when you're pregnant (big bump, little bump, too much weight, not enough) once you pop that baby out or have him airlifted as I did twice, first an emergency, second an elective (the latter a whole other set of pressures, of which I ignored wholeheartedly) you are quickly, at least with first baby anointed with parenting pressures.
My darling little man is 4 today ( I know what you're thinking/! I look too young right?! Why thank you) Ha! But seriously now 4? 4 feels insanely grown up for a tiny little baby I had in arms, well, 4 short years ago.