At least the world’s eyes weren’t on me! At our friends’ wedding, six weeks after giving birth
There’s very little to feel sorry for, when it comes to the life of the Duchess of Cambridge.
She married an actual Prince. She has designers falling over themselves to dress her. Has great hair. And access to A LOT of diamonds. Two super cute kids. People whose job it is to make sure her life runs smoothly.
A few weeks after giving birth to her third child, she will be going to her brother-in-law’s wedding.
And pretty much the whole world will be watching.
Six weeks after I gave birth to Sonny Jim, one of my husband’s best mates got married. It was a humanist ceremony. In a field. With the reception in a big tipi.
It was a brilliant day, but I was still in somewhat of a new mum haze. I was still expressing. I was still a bit sore. I still – obviously – had a mummy tummy going on. And was still feeling a bit emotional. Continue reading
So worth the wait: Me and my Sonny Jim
Next week is National Fertility Awareness Week (#TalkFertility.) As someone who waited NINE years for her baby boy, it’s a cause close to home.
So, to mark it, here are nine things people who are struggling to have a baby really hate being told…
*Just relax… it’ll happen just as soon as you stop worrying about it.
Trust me, hearing this does not make you feel zen. At all.
*You’d be such a great mum/your husband will be such a great dad.
When you’re living with the fear you’ll never have children, this cuts. Deeply.
*It could be worse… you could have cancer.
Yes, generally things can always be worse. But this is kind of like comforting a person whose mother has just died by saying, it could be worse your mum and dad could have both died. Continue reading
A long time coming: Our little Sonny Jim
Two years ago, much of May was spent fretting about having a bit of an awkward conversation with my boss.
After almost a decade of trying for a baby, my husband and I were about to have IVF.
Six rounds of clomid and three rounds of IUI – despite there being nothing medically wrong with either of us – still hadn’t resulted in a baby, so we had finally been referred to Barts, St Bartholomew’s Hospital in London.
We were lucky. This was before the cut backs the NHS is now suffering. We were entitled to up to three rounds of IVF on the NHS. We didn’t have to face decisions like donating my eggs to fund our own fertility treatment. We just had to think about us. Continue reading
So at 37 weeks pregnant Baby Pearson is considered full-term (even though I’ve got a few weeks left till my due date – Easter Monday if you’re wondering!)
And I’ve somehow reached this point with hardly any photos at all of me and bump.
Me and Bump: On the cliffs in Leigh-on-Sea
Me and Bump: Having a rest on a cliff-top bench
Me and Bump: A windy day in Chalkwell
Me and Bump: I’m carrying all at the front
When I was first pregnant I planned to take a picture every month and chart how my bump was growing…but I’m a real worrier and I didn’t want to tempt fate in the early days when the chances of a miscarriage are high. And then once we’d got past those worrisome early weeks it seemed strange to start that at four months. Especially as I barely had a bump at all until about six months (yes, I did actually moan about it at the time – I know better now.) Continue reading
“Learning baby CPR is like having car insurance – you hope you never need it, but if you do need it you’re ever so grateful you have it.”
Baby first aid: Putting this worried mama-to-be’s mind slightly more at ease (PHOTO BY SARAH BRIGGS)
These are the opening words said in my three-hour baby first aid class with St John’s Ambulance.
The sessions, which are held all over Essex, cover everything from the correct recovery position for babies (cradled in your arms with their head tilted downwards – not on the floor on their side like adults), CPR and choking to dealing with fevers, croup and burns.
At eight-months pregnant with my first child, and by nature something of a worrier, I was prompted to take the class after the UK’s leading first aid charity aired its new Nursery Rhymes Inc advert – in which a short video featuring the stars of Nursery Rhymes Inc shows how to do baby CPR.
The campaign was launched after parents told the charity that their baby not breathing was the first aid emergency they feared the most, yet only one in four knew what to do.
I was soon to be one of them. And the thought of being clueless – or doing the wrong thing – should I ever find myself in that nightmare situation, quite frankly terrified me. Continue reading
So I’m a little late to the party, but how gorgeous is the Mamas & Papas’ Liberty London collaboration?!
Liberty – two pack of cushions, £29, Mamas & Papas
Okay, so it wasn’t quite *today*. I wrote this post when I was 8 weeks and 2 days preggo. But obviously, we weren’t broadcasting the news then. We were mostly just desperate to reach the 12 week mark.
But all that finger crossing, toe crossing, basically every part of my body crossing, was pretty much twisting me up into the tightest ball of tension, ever. I can be a little highly strung on a normal day. The first few weeks of pregnancy are not normal, by any stretch of the imagination – and I have a very stretchy imagination! Continue reading