My experience of loss and a subsequent pregnancy at the age of 40.
A milestone turning point with my 20 week scan.
Our happy news!
Lessons from my bed!
Yesterday was an overwhelmingly tough day for me, so like most bloggers, when the going gets tough, the most therapeutic way to offload is to write it out.
Those who read my blog will know that I'm a huge fan of Cosatto, and have been lucky to work with this beautiful brand over the last few years.
No matter how cool, calm and collected we think we might be on a day to day basis (I try, it doesn't work every day), when it comes to acting in an emergency, panic is inevitable. It's human nature isn't it?!
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.
Yesterday my baby child turned 3! 3 whole, flipping years! It seems like yesterday I brought him home from hospital all tiny and sweet (now he asks me questions I can't answer like, "If lions can't talk, why can Raa-Raa, Mama?" Well Cbeebies, what have you got to say for yourself?
Right folks I've wanted to write this for a while and I feel very strongly about it.
Ah...Dad and a little case of 'chicken pox'...