“Only” one child?

Almost immediately after Everly was born, it began. As soon as she popped out; after the obligatory “Oh, she’s so cute,” (she was.) “Who do you think she looks like?” (me) and “Are you OKAY?!” (not really!) the inevitable question loomed large. I cringed in anticipation (and pain from you know, a caesarian, hospital food…

Books for new mums

One of my favourite gifts after giving birth was a book called “Go the f*ck to sleep” by Adam Mansbach. I can’t remember who gave it to me (because baby brain is real), but I remember getting a lot of laughs out of it. Which is exactly what you need when you’re hormonal, sleep deprived…

Sh*t I’ve googled as a mum

What did parents do in the pre-Google age? How did they cope without it? What would I have done if I’d been born in the 1800s? It’s a terrifying question that makes me shudder a little bit… Like, aside from the absence of indoor plumbing, severe lack of rights for women and…I don’t know, dysentery?…

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