Some of my earliest memories are of baking. I can remember standing at our kitchen counter, weighing flour and whisking eggs and learning how to use the hand held mixer. My mum taught me how to make cheese scones and coffee cake and “hag and mag” (our family version of tiffin). All my memories of…
(You can read Part I and Part II of Oskar’s birth story here…) I want to tell you something really important. I want to tell you that you don’t need to feel any shame over your births. You don’t need to feel guilty. You don’t need to be embarrassed. It is a heavy burden to…
(Read part I here first) There is laundry currently drying where I gave birth to my son. I chose to have a home birth this time. When I suggested it at my booking in appointment, the midwife almost jumped up with excitement (they are trying to increase the number of home births in the country…
There is laundry currently drying on the spot where I gave birth to my son. We inflated the birth pool around my due date, even though it took up about a third of our living room, just to be ready. It loomed large those next eight days while we waited for him to make an…
Oh it’s been a long while since I last updated you on all my comings and goings and readings and bakings and so forth. Life with two tinies in the house is intense, I don’t know how else to describe it. Some moments that is amazing-intense and some moments that is get-me-out-of-here-intense. Oskar is now…
I wrote this post for She Loves Magazine last Thursday, the day that the UK went to the polls to vote on whether they want to remain part of the European Union. Well, we all know how that turned out. Honestly, it’s been a hugely emotional week, as we try and absorb all the implications…
