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Another NIP Outrage and Why It Matters

  • Posted on August 11, 2010 at 12:12 pm

I don’t normally run commentary on news stories, but the story in the Manchester Evening News today really got me (and a lot of other people) a little bit riled up.

Whose Baby Is It Anyway?

  • Posted on August 3, 2010 at 8:12 am

New parents are bombarded with information from their first visit to a medical professional, throughout their pregnancy and the early days of their babies’ lives. My daughter is only ten months old, and as far as I can tell, this doesn’t stop for some time.

The problem with this is that so much of your pregnancy, birthing experience and early motherhood is influenced and affected by the opinions of the person you’re listening to. And I do specifically use the word opinion, because being a doctor, paediatrician or midwife does not, in fact, make you an authority on any of these.

If I Should Die…

  • Posted on July 24, 2010 at 8:11 am

Dear Kyra,

As I lay feeding you tonight, watching your eyes grow heavy and your breath deepen, I wondered what you would want to know about me one day, if I were to die. I imagined you sitting on a beach, lost in thought. I imagined your Aunty coming to you, and I imagined you asking her about me. It made me sad, seeing you there, staring at the stars and the waves, with your toes digging holes and your fingers massaging the sand as I love to do.

I wondered what she would say; what people would tell you, if I were gone.

For the Love of Co-Sleeping

  • Posted on May 25, 2010 at 8:30 am

I love co-sleeping with my daughter, Kyra. She was born at 4.40am, and by 6am we were asleep in our bed, her cradled in my arm. She used her Moses basket for a while and uses a travel cot now  for daytime naps and in the early evening, but once I go to bed she is there with me.*

365-98 to 365-104 A Week in Pictures

  • Posted on April 21, 2010 at 8:30 am

Our weeks are sometimes so diverse, it’s hard to find a common theme. This is one of those weeks. From Folkstone to Norway, a bit of London, some nature and some routine, but always two constants: the people I love in the life we live.

Taming the Tigress – the Protective Parent

  • Posted on April 15, 2010 at 7:50 pm
There are so many emotions and feelings involved in parenting. Most of them are beautiful, wonderful emotions and feelings, but there are a few that are technnically quite negative.

I’m a Gaga Mama

  • Posted on April 9, 2010 at 11:14 am

I was accused recently in an article I wont give credence by linking to, of being ‘gag worthy’ for a post I wrote when my daughter was four weeks old, in which I took a humorous look at the things that have changed in my life since becoming a mother.

This person went further and said that I ‘perpetuated the myth’ of all the tough times being worth it, and that I was toeing the party line.

Said the Bitch to the Cow

  • Posted on March 25, 2010 at 7:20 pm

As a species, women are quite hard to understand. There, I said it.

We fill the complete spectrum with our differences, yet at our basic core, we are not all that dissimilar. We all have basic needs of love, acceptance, belonging and so on.

Why, then, do we bash each other, berate each other’s viewpoints and pile on guilt where extra isn’t needed?

E45 Giveaway and Eczema Resources

  • Posted on March 12, 2010 at 1:31 pm

Yesterday I shared with you the main points covered by speakers at the Against Childhood Eczema Launch event in London. Today I’d like to continue by looking at some of the suggestions they offered and what to avoid, as well as the products recommended by the representative from the National Eczema Society, Margaret Cox and Dr Steve Hewitt, a skin specialist for E45

Uncomfortable Truths about Childhood Eczema

  • Posted on March 11, 2010 at 11:03 am

My mom suffers from eczema. Actually calling her skin condition eczema is like calling the Sistene Chapel a painting: somewhat of an understatement. I’ve been blessed to never suffer much from eczema myself, yet unfortunate enough to see the effects of it in its worst form. Whenever my daughter, Kyra, develops as much as a spot, my heart skips a beat and my stomach clenches and I watch the redness till it goes away, so afraid am I that this condition may have skipped a generation and passed on to her.