Why the best memories of motherhood are the ones you can never plan

The other night I was lying in bed with my daughter and husband. Yes, we bed share and it works for us. No, thank you, I’m not interested in why this might be the wrong decision. By force of habit I like to rest my hand on her back (she’s a tummy sleeper). Slowly, slowly…

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Guess what? I’m a neurotic mum and I’m completely fine with that

I am not a cool mum by any means. I’m a neurotic mum, a worried mum, a paranoid mum, a ‘worst-case-scenario’mum and hey, I’m OK with that. This is my first baby and, like riding a bike, I’m nervous and trying to figure it out as I go along. It’s a balancing act.   As…

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Tried and Tested: Nurofen FeverSmart Temperature Monitor AKA The best temperature device thingy for kids who HATE having their temperature taken

Georgia absolutely hates having her temperature taken. I mean really, really hates it. It’s actually only a recent thing, to be honest. When she was little and couldn’t wriggle her way out of our arms it was easy to just shove a thermometer under her armpit. Then she grew, and she got feisty. When she…

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Why mothers need to stop apologising for needing some ‘me time’

It’s one of the most-oft recited lines in every new mother’s repertoire: I never get anymore me time.  Heck, I know if I don’t expressly say it I’m at least thinking it around 5000,0000 times a day. When mums talk me time they’re not talking about anything spectacular (although an all-expenses paid trip to Paris would be…

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Stop asking me when we’re having another child…

Let me preface this post by emphatically stressing that I love, love, LOVE my daughter. I love her. I love everything about her. I worship her. She is my reason for living. But fuck me, being a first time parent is hard. Like, really hard. I’ve worked in live TV news and let me tell…

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Why does my husband find parenting so easy?

A few months after giving birth I asked my husband how he thought I was doing at this whole motherhood thing. “I always knew you’d be a good mother. You’re good at everything you do, you’re such a perfectionist”. He complimented me. He comforted me. He stroked my ego. But (me being me) I didn’t…

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