With mental health problems in British children at an all-time high, many people have realised that these are not always all in the mind, and that the wrong nutrition and poor sleep are contributing to the problem.Read More
So, are your bags packed?
Forget what your due date is, a baby is considered full term at 37 weeks and so midwives recommend you have your hospital bag packed and ready from 36 weeks, so you are prepared for any early arrivals. Even if you are planning in having a home birth you should have a bag packed, just in case anything changes on the day. Keep it somewhere where it is easy to grab when needed, and ensure your birth partner knows where it is too. And remember if you are travelling anywhere too far from home at any time after 36 weeks always take your bag with you, just in case.
Here are some suggestions on what you may like to pack for you and for your baby, to make sure you have everything you need. To make it easier to find things you may want to pack one bag for you, one bag for your baby.Read More
During the school holidays my usual Mum & Baby Yoga courses are suspended so that I can spend time with my own children. I wanted to do a one off session in the park to bring as many mums together as possible and thought it would be a great opportunity for us to raise money for Mothers for Mothers, a local charity which support families affected by depression and anxiety during pregnancy and following the birth of their babies up until school age.Read More
Back in November 2016 when my son was 9 months old I travelled to Budapest with him, alone… I know, crazy, right?
To make it easier I arranged for my husband to drive us to the airport, saving the hassle of taxis or trains. I also made sure that he parked up and took us all the way to check in also that he could help us with the bags. We had one suitcase between us, a rucksack, changing bag, car seat, buggy and baby carrier. In hindsight I would’ve ditched the changing bag and just fitted everything in one rucksack because I ended up feeling a bit like an overloaded donkey.
Another week, another horror story about local postnatal exercise classes. This week it’s the online group course requiring women to practice burpees and star-jumps just 8 weeks after birth. Yes, that’s an online course, so no face to face supervision and no questions even asked about their physical condition following pregnancy and birth. Last week’s revelation was the mum & baby spinning class in the local leisure centre which left the babies so over-stimulated that they were unable to sleep or settle for days afterwards (just picture the lights and the loud music of a regular spinning class, and add a load of babies in carseats into that environment). The week before I spoke to a client who had hurt her wrist during a mum-fit class (different leisure centre, same company) while moving repeatedly between plank and forearm plank, a move usually reserved for bootcamp exercise programmes. The week before that I taught a woman who had undergone surgery to correct a spinal injury picked up during a buggy fit class a few years previously....Read More
Not many things get me ranting… Well ok, maybe evil Nestlé, the Daily Mail, scaremongering articles about birth, the Daily Mail, Katie Hopkins, the Daily Mail…
Anyway, last week I stewed on this one before letting rip on the safest place you can have a rant - Facebook.
When our mums’ generation gave birth, it was standard practice for them to spend the following ten days in hospital, recuperating. Their bundles of joy would be brought to them for feeding, but otherwise would be looked after by the nurses and sleep separately, leaving their mothers to sleep, recover and repair after labour and birth. For ten days. TEN whole days.Read More
Can toddlers sense pregnancy hormones? If mine can, he’s pretty darn pissed about it. This is my irrational “mumsnet” thought of the day as I collapse in a nauseous, exhausted, emotional heap after a fairly horrific few hours of parenting.Read More
This week I am once again embracing the abstinence of pregnancy. Well, I say embracing but really I mean slightly awkwardly air kissing, with minimal bodily contact. With my first pregnancy I avoided alcohol, blue cheese and unpasteurised cheese, pâté, cured meat, runny eggs, rare steak and caffeine — all the really good stuff. Oh and ibuprofen, which I think also counts as the good stuff now I’m in my thirties and don’t get out as much as I used to.Read More
Ok, I’ve done it. I know I shouldn’t say it but I have. I’ve been thinking about it for a couple of weeks now, and I just couldn’t wait any longer. It feels wrong but now I’ve done it, it feels so right. Don’t judge me but… I’ve bought some bloody maternity jeans. Frankly, this was overdue, and both my internal psyche and gut have breathed an enormous sigh of relief. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t share this information lightly. It’s not something I’m proud of, but part of me feels a little bit naughty and a little bit rogue. Like a really unsexy version of going out with no underwear on.Read More
This week I feel bloody wretched. Morning, (lunchtime, afternoon, evening, night time) sickness has ramped up a gear and I feel like I’m perpetually on that pirate ship ride at a travelling fairground. The one where you stop for a moment at the top and think you’re going to be OK, before you face another bilious plunge that sends the wind through your nostrils and out of your buttocks and truly wipes the smile off your face.Read More
At the risk of sounding like a smug bitch, I am on top of the world at the moment. I feel physically much better and emotionally less fragile, which has lifted an enormous weight off my shoulders and made things infinitely better, in stark contrast to the last few fairly horrid weeks.Read More
I need to open with an important disclaimer: if you are feeling particularly nauseous, constitutionally fragile or emotionally sensitive then we have an awful lot in common, and perhaps this week’s post may not be for you right now. If you are keen to plough on regardless, then please do feel free to settle in with a mug of ginger tea and a suitable receptacle, just to be on the safe side. Going in? OK, my apologies in advance.Read More
As a child I was always a lover of fairground rides and would fearlessly relish any opportunity to whoosh through the air or plummet to the ground, whether at a shiny, big theme park or a slightly shabby, local fairground.Read More
“Please attend with a moderately full bladder for this examination.” As a reasonably intelligent adult who pees several times a day and who has attended two previous pregnancy scans and a routine ultrasound, you would think I’d know how to do that by now, but no. What is moderately full? How much water is too much? What if I don’t drink enough? How long does it take to go through, anyway? What if I’m called early? But what if I’m called late? Oh, God.Read More
I have just been to my first pregnancy yoga session and am basking in the afterglow. Pregnancy yoga was one of my absolute favourite things about being pregnant with my eldest and it felt like the most positive and wholesome way for me to make time for myself and connect with my baby.Read More
After our scan we started to tell friends and family the news that we are expecting our second baby. We had confided in one or two people not long before the scan, which was largely due to unconcealable puking and my inability not to be a miserable bitch, both at their worst around weeks 9, 10 and 11. Luckily, these joyous side effects have died down a bit, and now that we know all is well it feels like a good time to share our exciting news.Read More
This week I had my 16 week check-up, which was my third midwife appointment. So far for this pregnancy, I met with my GP around six weeks and then had an initial meeting with my midwife at eight weeks, followed by the more in depth booking in appointment at ten weeks and then my scan, which happened at 13 weeks. So pretty brilliant and consistent care all in all. God bless the NHS.Read More
I am currently parked up in a National Trust car park while my son naps in the car and I attempt to catch up on 26 unread whatsapp messages, reply to 5 out of date texts and write three blog entries. I am not sure this is what the National Trust had in mind when they sold me my membership but if this counts as making the most of the great British countryside then I’m all for it.Read More
Feel like you’ve been kicked in the vagina? Tada! That’s pelvic girdle pain! Thanks pregnancy. On a positive note, “pelvic pain” can be sung to the tune of the 1990s hit single “Kiss the Rain” by Billie Myers when you are doing the washing up: “Pelvic pain? Whenever you need to pee. Pelvic pain, whenever you walk for too long; if you’re hips feel twingey and achy; pelvic pain.”Read More