Last Thursday was a change to our usual routine. After just getting over conjunctivitis, Auden was developing a chest infection and we decided to sat home from the village baby & toddler group, and the afternoon’s buggy fit session. Instead, as we were having a bake off for Comic Relief at work, I focused my…
I’ve been wanting to write this post for some time, but I wasn’t quite sure where to begin. Breastfeeding to me has meant a number of things – pain, worry, triumph, guilt, joy, and now, as Auden seems ready to move on, sadness and more than a little sense of loss. There was something truly…
I remember walking up the stairs in our local Waterstones last year, seeing a stand of Mother’s Day cards and saying to D, hopefully…this time next year…. And here we are. The day began with cornflakes and a cuppa in bed, although this was largely symbolic since Auden had had a feed and needed to…
Once the epidural had kicked in, I felt incredibly relaxed. There was a mirror above a sink directly opposite me as I sat up on the bed, and I began to notice the state of my hair. This became more of a concern than pushing. The midwives urged me on, telling me how well I…
The day of induction arrived. We were to be at the hospital Monday morning at 9:30. I’d read copious amounts of literature and journal articles on the procedure, its risks and limitations, but I still wasn’t sure what to expect. A part of me hoped that I’d get to meet bump in person that same…
