Diagnosis Day

In the days after LittleJ's diagnosis of down syndrome, when I was 18 weeks pregnant, I fell into a place of deep grief and began searching for hope. I was stuck between not wanting to accept his diagnosis but needing comfort that our future was going to be 'okay', this required some level of acceptance... Continue Reading →

Finding my tribe

I sat down in the waiting area of the doctors surgery, LittleM and LittleJ were both starting to get restless and upset. I tried straddling the double pram so I could begin a dummy in, dummy out battle with their tongues, the eyes of other patients glancing my way. Like when you have a sore... Continue Reading →

Entering the unknown.

I held LittleM close to my chest and looked up at the midwife, "will it hurt?" I asked, my voice trembling. It was time for LittleJ to make his entrance but my body was still reeling from pushing out his twin sister and he was not planning to greet us head first. I looked down... Continue Reading →

Toddlers.

I had to re-read one of my posts today on disciplining a toddler. It's obvious when I was writing that, my ability to logically rationalise and reason through my toddler's behaviour hadn't been affected yet by 'fuzzy brain syndrome'...otherwise known as pregnancy. For the past two days I have cooked delicious meals for Curly only to have the spoon/bowl/cup... Continue Reading →

First Trimester Taboo

My secret is truly out of the bag at this point (7.5 weeks pregnant). It started with close friends, my sister, mother-in-law, mother, more friends, my hair dresser...once it's out there's no controlling the news. It got me thinking about how we treat the first trimester in our society, it's unusual when someone is open... Continue Reading →

Part 1: The best-laid schemes o’ mice an men

Lots of little girls play with dolls, I was no exception. My fascination, or obsession, with playing 'mums and dad's or 'happy suburban family' extended to my dreams. I would lie in bed at night and design the perfect suburban home, picturing myself preparing school lunches and driving the children around. When I was six... Continue Reading →

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