Bad births


birth, babies, bodies, breastfeeding, depression

I know lots of pregnant women right now. I am so excited for all of them. Squealing, practically, for a couple. In that face-achey, find yourself smiling at nothing, can tell your eyes are sparkling, could well-up in a sympathetic hormonal fug for them way you do when someone, or several someones, who you love […]

16th August 2011

Into your arms, oh Lord…


birth, babies, bodies, breastfeeding

My second pregnancy was 30 odd weeks of dread and panic. It was one of those pregnancies where one drama followed another – bleeds, panic attacks, flashbacks, incontinence, hysteria and anxiety, tests for growth and diabetes, possible DVT, mental health speculation, and (literally) crippling SPD/PGP as my pelvis gave way. Even I was bored of […]

21st February 2011

Introductions


birth, babies, bodies, breastfeeding, words

First words are a difficult subject for me, and I don’t mean the first words said by Spider-boy (for the record it was ‘baby’, he’s such a glorious narcissist) or his brother. I mean the first words I said to my children. The first words they heard from me. I really believed, before I had […]

26th January 2011

Late Expectations


birth, babies, bodies, breastfeeding

A very good friend of mine is overdue. I hope as I type she is inhaling a plate of blue cheese and pate with a velvety newborn on her knees. But if she isn’t I mainly hope she’s finding a way of negotiating the final hours of the crushing pressure of late, great expectations. The […]

15th January 2011

Mirror, mirror


birth, babies, bodies, breastfeeding

Today whilst collecting spiderboy from nursery I bumped into another Mum whose second is a similar age to mine. She was on her first trip out. As we worshipped each other’s little ones (hers sleeping like an angel, mine screaming like a demon) our conversation was spiced with a strong sense of relief – both […]

14th December 2010