24th May 2014 Helen 16Comment

I wrote this post pretty much exactly as it is, at 38 weeks pregnant when a routine pre-natal scan introduced an uncertainty about the health of our baby. What I have written is self-indulgent therapy at it’s best. But at a time when nothing else helped, it worked. It’s tempting to re-read this and jump in and change the more wallowing aspects of the text but I haven’t.  The only piece I have added is at the very end. It’s funny how a little something changes everything. How your comfortable world is shaken in just a moment. How the very…

3rd April 2014 Helen 8Comment

I made it to breakfast with the kids this morning. We’ve five more days of creche and then roll on 9 months of mummy time. Dear jesus. Time to re-set my 24 hour feeding frenzy clock and get a week of normal rising under my belt before regime-change kicks in. It’s all very ‘wise’ and that but in reality I’ll be a heap of exhaustion in 6 days time kicking myself for not staying in bed while I could!  It was an opportune time for a chat over cornflakes.  I’ve been rummaging around the blog and noticing the things I…

6th January 2014 Helen 8Comment

So, we’re now in the single figures and the countdown to baby number 3’s arrival – or as my body tends to do it, sometime in the next 8 to 10 weeks, the snuggy unborn child will hear the words ‘cesarean section’ and decide it’s time to get out of bed before having the proverbial covers reefed off them. The ‘to do’ list for this little Bubba is slightly more basic than it was for the predecessors. Items like ‘snot sucker’, baby bath and rectal thermometer aren’t featured all having been variously discredited or binned over the years.  In addition…