A few months back I wrote about my, or our, breastfeeding journey. The good, the bad and the downright painful. I wanted to write about it again now because things have changed. Our breastfeeding journey began awkwardly, with tears and pain and confusion. And it has now come to a bittersweet ending, in much theContinue reading “Breastfeeding – Our Journey Ends”
Having a child has helped me face my fears in other aspects of my life.
It was my birthday last week. My third birthday as a mum. My second since covid began. And I feel like I’m getting into my stride with both things. Although I do find the parenting easier than the pandemic. At least with parenting I can tell the two year old what to do and explainContinue reading “Birthdays”
National Breastfeeding Week – my thoughts and pain from two years of using my boobs to feed a kid.
I know I am absolutely not alone in what I am about to talk about, and no doubt there are other stories out there more complex and well put together than mine, but this week has been a tough one. And because of that I want to say this and put it out there. IContinue reading “Lockdown Loneliness”
When we had your first birthday in Lockdown I kept thinking this is fine. You don’t know what’s going on anyway so having it just be the three of us is more disappointing for me than it is for you or Dad. I think Dad was secretly relieved.At the time I said it’s fine. We’llContinue reading “Second Lockdown Birthday”
A short essay on how being a mother has helped me recover lost parts of myself.
Originally posted on Facebook in March 2020 Dear Hull, Lately I’m missing you. I’m thinking about my favourite times, my favourite places. The Top Deck in Princes Quay, before it made way for yet another cinema. The hours upon hours spent in Sun Café studying, reading, writing essays, but mostly drinking tea and having chats.Continue reading “Dear Hull”
Feeling nostalgic over my university days
Disclaimer – Please Note – This household contains a rambunctious toddler.