We’re okay. No really.

I get asked all the time how I'm going, and whilst it's pretty typical small talk, I find the question is often loaded.  I get the feeling people are expecting me to be tired, overwhelmed and emotional - the question comes with a slight tilt of the head and empathetic sigh, a searching for cracks... Continue Reading →

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 →

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