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 […]
Dreams : One : Two : Three
We forgot to go to Freddie’s funeral. We were busy, the girls were alive and needed us and life goes on and… oh my word, it was today and we forgot. Max was okay with it; after all, it was just a procedure, he didn’t need us there, the girls needed us. It was just […]
