Do you ever ‘check in’ with yourself? Last week was the UK’s first Maternal Mental Health Awareness Week, and I’ve been reading some very raw and honest stories: first-hand accounts of post-natal depression (PND), medication and breast feeding, and the realities of motherhood when things aren’t falling into place. My own experience seems insignificant in … More How are you feeling today? Now answer honestly.
You’ve no doubt heard the term Resting Bitch Face, given to men and women who unintentually look angry or annoyed when their face is at rest, or showing no expression. But have you ever thought that maybe we parents have our own unique, resting face? Take a look at the mums and dads around you. Take … More Resting parent face
Soft play centres can be pretty horrific. Never more so than a wet day in London during school holidays. So when I found myself at one on a rainy summer day with my mum-in-law and son, waiting to miscarry and hoping it wouldn’t happen there, I had to shake my head at the absurdity. I’ve … More A strange kind of limbo
What a bullshit saying. As any parent will tell you, a lot of things are for babies (sometimes it feels like all the things), but sleeping bloody well isn’t. Baby will not go to sleep. We went to the playground for a while. He had his dinner. Rough-housed with the dog in the garden, had … More Sleeping is for babies
How are you? It’s a loaded question when you’re a new mum, and you think to yourself how much do they really want to know? In my past life I was a successful white collar worker, moving project by project up the corporate ladder. My work had allowed me to visit some remote and beautiful … More How are you really?
The baby is rocking like a crazy person and I think is it because I haven’t read to him today? It’s 6.20pm, and instead of sitting with him in the nursery I’m frantically ladling soup from the pot on the stove to the food processor. ‘Almost done baby’ I say, watching the clock. The dog creeps by, out the … More Embrace the chaos
My dog ate another dummy. She likes to eat the nipple, and tends to leave the evidence in clear view of the back door. I found this one when I went outside for a poop run. We live in London, so when I say ‘garden’ I may as well say ‘grassy verge’. I don’t know … More No lick and other new rules
I ran for the first time in 18 months today. Half an hour, not too bad. At one point I thought my uterus might fall out, but I’m good. Things have changed since I last trained for a marathon though, that’s for sure. Last time Weight: 60kg Fitness level: Good Running: Regularly for years Training … More There’s training and there’s training
I was messaging my mum and sisters the other day (we group chat A LOT), and my mum said something that made me feel really sad. We were talking about my sister’s upcoming wedding, and my mum was worried she looked fat in the dress she’d bought. Now I’m not going to lie. I’d tried … More You’re beautiful now