Category Experiencing Mamahood

‘…and there I stood clutching a plastic Minion, and sobbing’

To the old lady in the supermarket who positively shuddered at the sight of my daughter eating a Kinder Egg at 7:43am. This is for you. Hello. You might not remember me. In fact, I’m pretty darn sure you won’t. I’m irrelevant to you. However, you made a big impact on my life last Tuesday. Fancy that. My husband had left for work at 6am and I found myself at home with a

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Let them be little, let them be free

Bottle or breast It’s not up to me whether you feed them your chips or some mango purée If you let them watch YouTube or teach them some French Let them snooze in a Bugaboo or in the park on a bench Whether you allow them to run or ask them nicely to sit Shout when they’re naughty or explain calmly “don’t hit” If you dress them in Zara or charity threads Let

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You’re my everyday adventure

I cradle you at bedtime, I reach for you at dawn, and though my eyes are bleary, my arms are always warm. I help you build brick towers, I catch you on the slide, we play with paint and stickers, and I find you when you hide. We bake and jump in puddles, you splash me in the bath, and I feel my heart rejoicing, each time I hear you

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‘She’s just like Usain Bolt, only with a little more sass’

As the world watches with bated breath (on catch up, obvs #timezoneprobs) the delights of Rio 2016 are unfolding. Besides a little glimpse of the opening ceremony and some swimming highlights (*ahem* priorities), I haven’t had much of a chance to witness any of the incredible sportsmanship from the games this year. Thankfully I share my home with somewhat of a sports fanatic and have been ‘lucky’ enough to have

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‘It’s like being blinded by the sun but not being able to feel its heat’

  As a new mother, I embraced the chaos that a newborn could bring. I laughed at urine stained bedsheets. I smiled at 2am feeds. I rejoiced at staying in my pyjamas for two weeks in a bubble of bliss. I was a mummy and this tiny, innocent little being was everything I had ever wanted. I was in heaven. As the days went on however, it became harder to

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‘We go nowhere without our trusty tambourine’

Back in the newborn days I used to somewhat over pack. Even a short jaunt to the shops involved loading up a rucksack large enough to rival that of an 18 year old setting off to explore Asia for six months and I would worry about even the most far-fetched of scenarios. I tried and tried but I simply couldn’t just pack the essentials. Now, thankfully, I have relaxed somewhat and ten months of using

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‘She’s like a voluptuous pear and I’m the droopy stalk of asparagus’

I lack confidence. In how I parent Winnie, in how I come across to others, and even in appearance (though you probably wouldn’t guess that from the fact that I make zero effort on a daily basis to improve my dishevelled looks). Growing up I used to be very body conscious. Not in an ‘I go to the gym, eat 68 of my 5 a day in a green breakfast smoothie and

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‘I appear to need superhuman strength to open this sippy cup’

Things baffle me. A lot. I often put it down to ‘baby brain’, let out a sigh and then forget immediately what it was that I had even contemplated contemplating to begin with. Like some sort of weird Inception of forgetfulness, only with more confusion and a distinct lack of Leoardo Dicaprio. But recently, I have found myself in a tizz over things that pre-baby me would never have even considered. Things that even

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Well Woman and Baby Room Q&A

Before I fell pregnant with Winnie I was forever daydreaming of a time when it would be my turn to lay back and sneak a peek inside my growing belly; witnessing the marvel that was my baby moving and swimming around. I could never envisage it. How would it feel? How would it look? How would the scan itself be done? I had a barrage of questions that I could never really find inclusive

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I Call Them My Strangers

  They’re at the heart of all of my posts; supporting, uplifting and providing a welcome break from the stresses of everyday life. They share their highs, their lows and their meticulously prepared meals. I watch their children grow. I celebrate their successes and I hurt with them during times of need. Instagram has enabled me to build relationships with women all over the world. Women who are experiencing the

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