Mental
Home Again, Home Again…
Today we go home. I know this because the midwife on duty poked me until I woke up, at six am this morning and asked what time my husband will be in to pick me up as they need the bed. (when the battle of Dan vs Three Car Seats In A Holden Commodore is … Continue reading
Taking Care Of Number One
I am a proud breast feeder, not a “lactavist” by any stretch of the imagination, but someone who is proud to say that I’ve spent almost three out of the last five years with a babe attached to my breast. I have been incredibly lucky with my little ones. Declan was an easy nurser, took … Continue reading
I Don’t Heart My Body
There. I said it. There’s been a swag of posts over the weekend based around the “I Heart My Body” theme on We Heart Life and it’s one that I just can’t join in with. I have never loved my body, but I haven’t always hated it either. I was a size ten seventeen year … Continue reading
Bring On The Lulz
I am completely in LOVE with this blog post from Jess discussing the death of her daughter, Iris, and the following comments from other babylost parents. A relative brought a gift for me. A lovely, well-meaning, slightly misguided gift. Iris scented soap-on-a-rope. Because who wouldn’t wash their armpits with sweet babylost memories? We laughed. Because what … Continue reading
Unpublished
How would you feel if you entire backlog of drafts (and don’t lie, I know you’ve got them!) were posted without your knowledge. Just one blip and everything that you didn’t feel fit for publishing was laid bare for all of the Interwebs to see? It happened to me yesterday, at least I thought I … Continue reading
My Baby Died Yesterday
No, not Robyn, although some days it feels like it. Not the wee one that hung around for just a few weeks, just long enough to ease the pain of Robyn’s first birthday and then left without ever really making a mark. This is the new one, dubbed “Hercules” by its biggest brother. And as … Continue reading
The (Virtual) Pages Of My Life
Earlier this morning I was reading a friend’s livejournal, when Connor snatched the mouse from me, clicked some random buttons and brought me to my own livejournal, in particular the “just plain weird” category of my own LJ. I haven’t used LJ regularly for years, the most recent post was from November of 2006 complaining … Continue reading
Only Words
Last week I bit the bullet and got a referral from our GP to go and speak to a Psychologist. He gave me a referral to who I had requested (Declan’s pysch, who announces on his card that he “does big kids too!”), but not before making me do the dreaded “How Close Are You … Continue reading
Tick. Tock.
10 hours until Dan and I head into the hospital for my post-natal check up and to discuss the results from Robyn’s autopsy. Dan’s gone to bed early. Me, myself and I don’t tend to make for a very stable mental state. I hate being alone at the best of times, when I’m nervous about … Continue reading
You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet
For the first couple of years of Declan’s life I was convinced that it would all get easier as time went on. This whole parenting shebang couldn’t be this hard forever, right? It didn’t. In some ways it’s almost getting harder, as he grows I have more expectations of him and I’m more aware as … Continue reading
