Trolley tot: Sonny Jim
EARLIER this week, I think I was in the same queue in the supermarket as the midwife who delivered Sonny Jim.
She had paid and was gathering up her bags as I wheeled my trolley with toddler aboard into line, so I only caught a glimpse. But it looked like her.
And it was the strangest thing.
For a moment, I was about to rush up to her. To show her how lovely the little boy who she guided into the world was growing up to be. To tell her all about him. To get him to give her one of his high-fives and waving hands.
And then I realised that she would probably have absolutely no idea who we were.
Like a regular mom: A HapersBazaar.com’s report
Me and superstar Beyoncé don’t exactly have much in common.
I mean, she’s an international icon, has sold more than 160 million records, counts the Obamas as personal friends and has been named the most powerful female in entertainment by Forbes – twice.
I’m a WFH mum, from Canvey, who struggles to get my eyeliner flicks to match.
But motherhood unites women in sometimes the strangest of ways.
And on Sunday night, at the Grammy awards, Jay-Z’s wife showed that it actually doesn’t matter how rich and famous you are – to your kids, you’re still just mum.
I can’t explain how much I love the fact that Beyoncé smuggled six-year-old daughter Blue Ivy snacks into the Grammys, in her (very expensive designer) purse. Continue reading
Opening soon: Bourn Hall’s new purpose-built IVF clinic in Wickford
Sonny Jim was conceived thanks to in vitro fertilisation (IVF) at Barts Hospital, in London.
We were living in Leigh-on-Sea (in Essex) while undergoing the process. And while I think I would have travelled to Scotland three times a week, if it meant the treatment would be a success, there is no doubt the commute to the clinic did take a bit of a toll.
Juggling a job on a regional newspaper, with the newsroom based in Basildon, but travelling into London to undergo internal scans (always a joy!) and blood tests and egg collection and embryo implantation was not exactly easy. A lot of the appointments were mere minutes long… but the round trip meant it was at least a 3-hour plus process. Which was not simple to slip in before work. It meant I had to tell my boss I was having IVF – and while he was very understanding and good about helping me work shifts around it, I would still have rather not have had to tell him. Continue reading
WFH reality – when the only place the toddler will sleep is on top of you
Sonny Jim has been proper under the weather this week. Snuffling and spluttering and not exactly sleeping.
It’s coincided with my husband doing his back in.
And to be honest, I’m not sure who has felt the most sorry for themselves. The little dude has even – between sneezes – started doing a bit of an impression of his daddy’s back-related groans.
But anyway. When your toddler is poorly, in the winter, you kind of end up housebound. You can’t really take them to playgroups and share the germs around. It’s not fair to take them to their usual classes or soft play when their nose will. Not. Stop. Running. And when it keeps on raining you can’t even take them for a walk. Or to the park. Continue reading
Pre-baby: Outwardly confident
Confidence is a funny thing.
Often the people that seem the most outwardly confident are actually the ones who, on the inside, feel a bit of an impostor.
Pre-Sonny Jim, I’m pretty sure I fell into this category.
I bagged a job on a national newspaper at 20 years old and seemingly held my own in a tabloid news room for the next seven years.
I was a cheerleader for a bit and had no problem dancing at football stadiums in hotpants.
I even had a couple of modelling jobs – where I was totally happy to pose in just some underwear.
And yet. Continue reading
Ignoring the advice – kisses for my boy
As soon as you fall pregnant, it seems everyone has some advice for you on being a mother.
And Sonny Jim might be two in a few months… but the unsolicited suggestions and comments, often from complete strangers, has continued unabashed.
My favourite tips however, come courtesy of a little book from 1878, called Don’ts for Mothers.
If you had any doubts that parenting has changed rather a lot over the course of the past 140 years, this should put you straight… Continue reading
Best buddies – Emily and Sonny Jim
One of my pet parenting peeves is the way some people make a big deal about raising baby boys vs baby girls.
I only have Sonny Jim, but I can’t imagine I’d be doing anything much different if I’d had a daughter.
Admittedly there may have been a few more bows and frills knocking around our house (I am bit partial to them myself!) but surely the core values you teach any child – be they boy or girl – are the same?
Be kind. Don’t snatch. Be gentle. Share.
In as far as under two-year-olds can have best buddies, Sonny Jim’s is Emily.
They’ve been around each other since they were bumps – thanks to their parents meeting at an NCT class. Continue reading