On Friday I will be decommissioned, put out of action, consigned to the reproductive scrap heap, put out to grass. My tubes will be corked and my fertility stoppered and there will be no more babies for me. I'm 38, I have had 6 children, been pregnant more times than a body needs to be […]
Somewhere between hope and practical.
This has to be the most minimalist hospital bag I have ever packed. Enough stuff to throw in a cupboard without looking if Marmite doesn’t come home, enough stuff to last until someone goes home to get more if he breathes. If he goes to scbu then he won’t need clothes or nappies from home […]
Circles
The hospital I would prefer to give birth in (actually the only one I’m prepared to give birth in) is about to be taken over by a company called Circle; in fact, it will be taken over in the same month (quite possibly the same day) that Marmite is due to be born). This is […]
Things that don't make sense
How can it be that a birth that left me in this kind of a mess resulted in a healthy child and a birth as simple, easy and beautiful as Freddie’s resulted in a child who died but who left me with no lasting rage, anger or mental damage. How am I supposed to make […]
There is no life after birth.
I was feeling incredibly empowered by a long post that i had just written. I pressed Control and W by accident and it went. It was the first time i’d vented my spleen in a long time. I felt so much better for writing it, i wanted it out there, on my blog so that […]
