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 →

Part 5 – 23 Weeks in.

How do you like to take a swim?┬áDo you run through the surf and dive into a wave? Jump off a jetty? Or, perhaps you're like me, bit by bit edging deeper, pausing to let your body adjust as the cold water hits fresh skin. Then occasionally a wave rises further than your tiptoes can... Continue Reading →

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