Taking a new view of babies. And Pants.


So the sun keeps shining. I met a friend at a local park today. We were chatting as our three-year-olds played sharks and monsters and pirates, climbed mini hills and flung themselves down slides. She offered to hold Newborn (for whom I’ll have to come up with a new name). She understands pukey pukey babies, […]

11th April 2011

Small comforts

depression, hope

I’m not surprised Churchill referred to his depression as his ‘black dog’, because in my experience depression is the worst kind of bitch. Even when you are classed as ‘over it’, you can hear and smell it somewhere nearby, panting in the shadows, snuffling around and threatening to shit in your path. Earlier this week […]

24th March 2011

Playing Mum

family & parenting

Some days I just can’t shake the feeling that I am somehow playing at being Mum. Playing at being an adult even. It isn’t just the constant improvisation and guesswork intricately knotted into the very fabric of parenting. The negotiations and promises, rewards and gestures, attempts at teaching lessons, endless reassurance and praise, the need […]

11th March 2011

Shit days

family & parenting

It has been a shitty day. I mean seriously, Newborn (ish) has shat two of his loveliest babygros and his lovely new amazing baby soothing vibrating baby miracle chair. The seeping orange menace is EVERYWHERE. Me, him, clothes, the changing mat. Not huge pools that could be cleared up easily you understand, but tiny smears […]

1st February 2011


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

the true lactivist in town


I like the term ‘lactivist’, mainly because I am a fan of puns, however poor and obvious. Just this morning I nodded mirthfully as I walked past Nationwide where an advert in the window announced ’tis the reason to save lolly’. Or last night I appreciated Urbon on The Apprentice. I’ve been very lucky with […]

20th December 2010


birth, babies, bodies, breastfeeding, incontinence

So this is the start. I was prompted to start blogging after reading a piece in today’s Guardian about birth injuries. The piece is both upsetting and startling, and the posts in response similarly fascinating, moving, political, and to some, it appears, terrifying. Here it is: http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/dec/10/torn-apart-by-childbirth?showallcomments=true#end-of-comments I am a dreadful gore whore when it […]

10th December 2010