It’s been ten weeks since I had a proper night’s sleep. Longer really because in the last month of pregnancy I was busy manoeuvering myself out of bed every half hour through the night to do a wee. I’m so so happy right now but I’m not going to lie, I feel rough. My eyes feel hot and gritty and… Continue reading Lessons in Babydom: Big up the small stuff.
It’s a new a dawn And a new day And a new life for me And I’m feeling good I did warn you in the last post that the first lesson in babydom was very… Michael Buble. I know, I know. It’s Nina Simone really, but can we just take a moment to appreciate Michael’s sweet crooning voice…? Ok,… Continue reading Lessons in Babydom: A new day.
Yesterday TJ turned two months old. Flip. Who hid the brakes because I need this whole growing up thing to slow right down. The clichés just roll off the tongue don’t they? It just feels like two minutes ago since he was born… Time is flying by… They grow up too quickly… But it’s all so… Continue reading Lessons in Babydom: ‘D’ for Dunce.
We’re coming towards the end of TJ’s birth story. I promise. We left off in Part Two where we were still in Special Care, waiting for the nod to go home. Word on the street ward was that it would be the next day. And we got to take our baby back to our little flat… Continue reading TJs story – Part Three: The last hurdle.
I wrote here about how we met our baby boy. I’d had my heart set on having him at home, surrounded by my family, but sometimes things just don’t go to plan, and I was whisked off to hospital in what felt like a drag-racing car with ambulance written on the side of it. I… Continue reading TJ’s story – Part Two: Our Special Care baby.
Why share my baby’s birth story? I’ve thought long and hard about writing this. Mostly because it’s not helpful for mums-to-be that read my blog to be flooded with the gory details of a birth that didn’t go to plan. It’s not about putting on a pretence and running from the reality that it will hurt, we all know… Continue reading TJ’s story – Part One: Plans ‘gone wrong’.
Being pretty rubbish at regularly blogging when I was pregnant, I should have guessed that it would take me seven weeks to introduce my baby to you. If you don’t follow me on Instagram or my facebook page (in which case it’ll be old news to you), let me introduce my baby boy. Meet Theo. Theo James.… Continue reading Let me introduce you to my son.