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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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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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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