I was sifting through some old files, doing a bit of a digital spring clean and came across a few pieces I had written years ago, before I claimed this little space of the internet. I had posted it to a little personal blogger account I had. Writing has always been the way I could express my emotions and after miscarriage, pregnancies are filled with so much anxiety.Continue reading “Penning Emotions – Disillusioned after Loss”
One of our favourite places to visit is Legoland Discovery Centre. J is completely Lego (and in particular Ninjago) mad. With the school holidays approaching and a variety of ways to get discounted tickets, it’s a fun day out for all the family. – Lets face it you never really grow out of Lego do you !
On Saturday, we were deciding where to go to have a family day out. The park was out of question as it the weather was not good. While googling for ideas, one thing that came up was SeaLife and Legoland discovery at the Trafford Centre. When I went to see how much it would cost to visit, I seen the January sale on Merlin Annual Passes. We had been contemplating getting passes ever since we visited Alton Towers a few years ago. So I weighed up the pros and cons again and decided after doing so to get the family the pass. Continue reading “Merlin Annual Pass Weighing Up the Pros and Cons”
Bringing home J after months in the hospital, I had a vague idea to what the day-to-day life would be like to start with, given a summary of things, signs to look out for and follow appointments scheduled. Attending development reviews and consultant appointments, going through the motions and watching development like a hawk until we finally got the news he was discharged. Though I found out a part of being a premmie mum is, the watching and worrying about development doesn’t end there. Continue reading “Is it Because of Prematurity? A Question I Ask Myself Often”
When you have a baby, people you know and complete strangers seem to like to impart their *wisdom* to you. Babywearing Ro was one that seemed to attract these comments for me. So did babywearing create a rod for my own back? Continue reading “Did Babywearing Create a Rod for My Own Back”
For as long as I can remember the one thing I always wanted was to be a mum. Although becoming a mum was not as easy ride.
When I was in my first year of high school, I can still remember an English assignment I had to do. The assignment was to write a letter 10 years in the future, telling the 12 year old me what I was doing. I can remember vividly what I wrote down. The letter stated I was in my own place, in a relationship and had 2 children. I was only 14 years out ! Continue reading “Becoming a Mum – Hopes, Dreams and Heartbreak”
16th of June is a day etched in my mind forever. It was the day I would never have to walk out of the doors of SCBU and leave my son behind again. No more phone calls at all hours of the night to check how he was doing, no longer having to holding my breath as I walked through the doors to the nursery room or sitting hearing the monitors beep. The day had come that we could finally be a family together, the day we could bring him home. Continue reading “A Day Etched in my Mind Forever”
I spent so much time of my pregnancy with Ro trying to come up with the perfect name, scouring baby name websites and downloading countless name apps to finally decide on a name. Now she is here, her brother has decided he is going to call her a new name, and it’s starting to stick.
In less than a month Ro will be turning 1, where that time has gone? It feels like only yesterday I held her for the first time. Although now I have had to turn my attention to what to get her for her birthday and I thought I would put together a 1st birthday gift guide.
This is a birthday guide with a twist, as there is so many wonderful toys out there to help your baby learn all about the world around them. There is also things you could make as presents for them. Continue reading “Colourful and Sensory – 1st Birthday Gift Guide”
What do you do when your child’s toy, that is he’s comfort, his friend who he cuddles and tells his stories to, comes to the point he has been overloved? This is what I am contemplating today. Continue reading “Retiring Marv, the Very Loved Robot”