How the NHS Contributed to my Postnatal Depression

My waters broke two weeks early with Emily. I was admitted to hospital but my contractions were feeble and intermittent. In the end I was hooked up to an intravenous drug called Syntocinon (essentially rocket fuel for the cervix) and five hours later I had a baby in my arms. We were discharged and left the hospital a deliriously happy,…

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My daughter’s pain is my pain

When I fell pregnant in 2010 I knew it was a girl. It was instinctive. This was our little secret, baby and I, and it strengthened the bond that was already growing between us. I recognised myself in Emily the moment she was placed on my chest. It was there in her eyes and in the shape of her mouth. Six weeks later she had my smile. My genes dominated…

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A day in the life of small children. Scene 1

I found a box of old film scripts yesterday, leftovers from a previous life. It got me thinking… What would the script of a real mum’s life look like? Well, here’s my version: SCENE 1: ‘Would you like a snack?’ INT: UNTIDY COTTAGE – DAY. Mum enters the room. Her long brown hair is disheveled. She has a wary look on her face. It’s 3:10pm.…

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Is it ok to cry in front of your kids?

The kids have DESTROYED me with their tantrums today. It’s like the tag team of doom; as soon as one kicks off, the other feels compelled to scream even louder. I tried shutting myself in the bathroom but the little buggers knew the lock was busted and barged in anyway. Next thing I know we’re all sat on the toilet crying our…

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My 3 year old needs glasses. Why am I so upset?

I took the kids for their first eye test this morning. On reflection, I was more concerned about toddler meltdowns than the end result, and we were all looking forward to piling into Costa afterwards for two babychinos and a (self-congratulatory) mummy latte. After all, I’ve done pretty well this month… Haircut – tick, dentist – tick, eye test… I knew…

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