Since losing my Dad I've spent sometime talking to a counsellor about bereavement. It's been a good way of talking through my thought processes and relieving some of the stress and tension. She made a comment to me very early on which a couple of months later I wanted to explore. "In Britain we don't…
Things only a baby can get away with.
Since becoming a mum I've noticed that there's certain things that you can only get away with whilst being a baby. A lot of these do relate to bodily functions: Congratulations. Only as a baby can you be congratulated and cheered for your burps or poos! Regularly I find myself saying, "well done" and "good…
Happy Birthday Pops!
Yesterday would've been Poppa M's birthday, last year we marked the occasion as it was the first one since he passed. Nothing too special, we just had his favourite curry for dinner and my mum came round to join us. We chatted about him and had a laugh, to be honest as the first of…
You learn who your friends are
The title may sound negative, however it's not meant that way at all. When you go through 2 of the most challenging and life changing events that I've focused this blog on, you learn who your friends are. Now, yes when my Dad died I had a fair few people who I did feel let…
It’s the best thing.
My little one is currently nestled under my chin, milk drunk and snoozing after waking from her slumber teary and upset with that classic newborn cry of hers. Everything had come at once, she'd given me a present in her nappy which woke her and she was hungry but also not ready to wake from…
Cry baby
Babies cry, dogs bark, birds sing, bees buzz, it all makes the world go round. I knew before my daughter was born that she’d cry, it’s what babies do, it’s their main form of communication to inform you that they want or need something. It really got to me from day one when she did…
Nothing prepares you!
I’m writing this in a sleep deprived haze with my 5 week old daughter sleeping on my chest, milk drunk and snoring at 5am (which is pretty much a lie in these days as the little legend slept until 4am, bonus!). As I mentioned in my last post, I see the blog evolving now to…
That day.
Writing about the day my Dad died is a strange feeling. I've known deep down that I wanted to post about it but haven't been ready to for awhile and I don't know that I am now but the words have started to flow and I feel this sudden urge to, so I'll continue. I'd…
Learning to Cope 