Half way through. Today I am officially half way through my maternity leave. Which means that in 5 Short months (too short of they're anything like the last 5!), the morning duvet snuggles, the coffee shop tours, the riverside walks and afternoon's in front of the telly all come to an end... I have to … Continue reading Halfway there.
These days I sit in Surbiton's coffee shops for about 3 hours at a time, on a daily basis. I rotate between the local independent and Caffè Nero, lest someone notices I have NOTHING else to do! I see people with buggies and babies and will them, telepathically, to be my friend. Sometimes, if I'm … Continue reading Coffee Shop Residency
We went on telly today.. Well I did. Oatcake was there by my side. Papa Oatcake was there in spirit. When they asked us to share our story it was difficult to know how to feel. Since having Otis I've been split in two! A spark has been lit in half of me, and I … Continue reading Things that went unsaid.
There's no funnies in this post. Sorry. But please read it. It's important. It's important to me and probably many other women you know, you just don't know it. I'm sure you all know, but I suffered from Hyperemesis Gravidarum in my pregnancy with Otis- essentially it's extreme Morning sickness. But in reality that doesn't … Continue reading We’re SO lucky…
Russel Brand was on the last leg tonight and though I'm not a huge fan, I thought he might have some good chat about Donald Trump, which he did. Also, I found out he has a baby exactly the same age as Otis! Most refreshingly, he spoke briefly, but fairly candidly and incredibly positively about … Continue reading #sharethepositives
What if we started approaching life, the same way we approach birth? Well in essence I suppose we do. It's a long, painful, difficult whirlwind of experiences we have to endure to reach our ultimate goal, whatever that is, right? But wait, maybe I mean- what if we reimagined life the same way we've reimagined … Continue reading Hypnobirthing my way through mama hood.
These are my tiger stripes. I got them for being totally fierce and cooking up freaking human boy. We love them. Once a baby has arrived, it's easy to forget the journey we went through to make them, grown them and birth them! The baby makes you forget the birth, the birth makes you forget … Continue reading These are my tiger stripes.
So I used to consider my knowledge of breastfeeding to be somewhat advanced on the scale of clueless to haventthefoggiest. I've written essays on the subject, taken exams in 'how to do it' and demonstrated to countless women how simple it is.. (it's pretty damn easy when you're feeding a plastic, unmoving baby doll, on … Continue reading Things they don’t tell you about breastfeeding.
Ok, sure, he's not actually called Oatcake. That's just an affectionate nickname, that will probably stick and is already morphing into a host of cake based variations sure to embarrass him through his teens. He's Otis, officially, though still not registered, so we could technically still change our minds and go with Thor or Legend … Continue reading Naming Oatcake
Almost 3 weeks since Otis saw the outside world for the very first time and my memories of how it all happened are fast slipping away! Mother Nature is very cunning! So this is how she tricks us all into doing it again.. Time to write it down before my mind loses it completely! I … Continue reading Welcome to the world little one.
Oatcake Adventures 