You know you’re a mother to a toddler when…

Sonny Jim, Katy Pearson, #whatkatydiduk

A proper toddler: Sonny Jim

Sonny Jim is still a good few months off the terrible twos yet, but it seems he’s starting early.

A tantrum in a café when I wouldn’t let him lay on the floor to watch the ceiling fan (honestly, the boy loves anything that spins) got me thinking that you know you’re a mama to a toddler when…

1 You think nothing of sticking a half-eaten banana in your coat pocket. And you only remember it’s there when you go to put another in.

2 The cold leftovers of your little one’s dinner? You totally eat them.

3 While you spent the first months of your tot’s life sterilising EVERYTHING, now you’re all about the five (make that 30) second rule. Continue reading

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Step away from those parenting books – you’re all your baby needs

Katy Pearson, #whatkatydidUK, Sonny Jim

Step away from the books… your baby just needs you

I’m a total bookworm. In my pre-Sonny Jim days, a week’s holiday would see me easily plough through about a dozen books. One of my thumbs actually bends back a bit further than it should, having spent so much of my formative years propping open hardbacks.

And yet when I was pregnant I did not read any parenting books. And when Sonny Jim arrived I didn’t crack open any guides to motherhood.

I’m not even sure why. I don’t know whether they just intimidated me a bit. Or if there was perhaps a bit of arrogance – me being determined to do it my way. Of course, there was always Dr Google, and a million different articles online which I often dipped into, but to be honest, I tended to seek out things that supported my own way of thinking – rather than looking for other people to tell what to do. Continue reading

Non-NHS and unsolicited…why ARE Bounty reps on our post-natal wards?

Katy Pearson, Sonny Jim, psot-natal ward

With my brand new boy – and the last thing I wanted to see was a cold calling rep

Picture the scene.

You’ve just pushed a baby out. Or basically been slashed in half to birth your little one.

You’re in a state of complete exhaustion/elation. In your arms is the most precious thing you’ve ever held.

You’re an emotional wreak. You are in pain. Parts of you that you didn’t even know existed are hurting. You have no real idea what day/time it is. You’re in a total just-given-birth-blur.

And then, at the foot of your bed, is an unsolicited, cold calling Bounty rep. Continue reading