To The Old Lady Who Walks Past My Cottage Everyday at 4pm

There’s an old lady who walks past my cottage everyday at 4pm. She doesn’t say a word to me but if the children are there her face lights up and I see a glimmer of the beautiful woman she used to be. All of a sudden she’s my best friend, asking me about my daughters and whether they had a…

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How My Children Taught Me To Like Myself Again

I was taking a shower on Saturday morning when a little face peered around the curtain and started sniggering at me. ‘Mummeee…?’ ‘Mmm. Yes?’ ‘Why is your tummy so wobbly?’ I didn’t bat an eyelid. ‘Go and brush your teeth,’ I said, reaching for the conditioner. ‘Then go and pester daddy instead.’ Ah kids. Please remind me at what age…

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To the Competitive Mum with the Best Cupcakes

‘Mummy, there’s a cake sale on tomorrow for Red Nose Day… What are you going to bake?’ I glance up from my Facebook feed, my finger hovering nervously over the ‘like’ button. That’s irony for you. The one thing I actively dislike is a school cake sale, no matter how worthwhile the charity is. I’d rather stick a tenner in…

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6 Things Breastfeeding Taught Me About My Body

1. My Body is Amazing. It’s just created a whole new life and now it’s a walking vending machine (or a cow with udders as one of my friends likes to call it.) I was stunned by how much that dribble of golden goo (colostrum) could nourish my baby. It was like a superfood on steroids and I created it. 2. My Body…

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Genuinely Moved & Overwhelmed. Where to Now?

I was going to compose a funny little post about school cake sales today but i’ve spent all morning chatting to friends and strangers about my postnatal depression blog. I was genuinely moved and overwhelmed by your messages of support. But i’m also furious and heart-broken that so many of you have endured similar experiences. I’ve never considered myself a crusader (I generally have my head…

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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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Embracing the Disney Magic: How Mickey Makes Memories

I took my girls to see Disney’s new Beauty & The Beast film on Sunday. Good job too. Our home life would have descended into anarchy if I hadn’t. Ever since the trailers emerged last year my two daughters have been tiny pinwheels of excitement. But embracing Disney is a lesson in patience. And money. Have you visited your local supermarket…

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