Bravery – how do you even define what that is? I’m often told that I’m brave or strong when talking about our survival after losing Alexandra. The reality is that I didn’t really have any choice. In the early days many immediate spoken and written and reactions was “stay strong”. What does that even mean?… Continue reading Get Your Big Girl Panties On
Just a little write up about our weekend in Edinburgh at the festival for Andrew’s birthday. We’ve well and truly checked our privilege and freely acknowledge we couldn’t go as often as we do or at all if Andrew’s parents didn’t live in Edinburgh. Andrew’s Scottish and never went until a few years ago! The… Continue reading It’s the Edinburgh Fringe Darhling!
* Whether you use them to feed or not It’s national/world or something or other breast feeding week so I thought I’d write about my own experience with breastfeeding. I’m very much of the make the most informed and best choice for yourself camp. I’m proud that I was able to a) get breastfeeding established… Continue reading Boobies are brilliant*
It is a truth universally acknowledged that it’s probably best to go on holiday to recover from a house move. Although with a toddler in tow true breaks for the adults are long gone for a while! This house move has certainly been quite emotional as we made the break from the house and… Continue reading A Holiday without stabilisers
So we’ve been in the new house for 2 ½ months now and we’ve had several “we’re not in Kansas anymore moments” in making the move from South to North Leeds. For days we were high as kites and it’s taken a long time to come down and realise that this isn’t all a dream… Continue reading We’re not in Kansas anymore
When Claire was pregnant with Alexandra, it never even crossed my mind that anything could go wrong. We all knew that Claire’s pregnancy had been quite uncomfortable for her towards the end and were eagerly awaiting the new arrival. Claire was the first of us (the three cousins) to get pregnant. When my Mum rang… Continue reading Let the sun and light come streaming, into my life, into my life
This is posted anonymously posted to protect patients. Becoming a midwife was never on the cards when I was completing my BTEC at college, in my head I wanted to be a paediatric nurse. This soon changed when I completed my first paediatric placement and realised sick and ill children was not a career for… Continue reading Providing bereavement care