Decemeber 2012 Today is our niece’s fifth birthday party. I can still hear your insistence that I attended her first. “Best in show” you kept saying, as I ordered Cath Kidston sale bargains for her gifts, from my phone, as we sat together in the living room. I never expected to return from the party to […]
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from 1st January 2017 by Ruth.
I was enjoying lunch with new colleagues recently when the conversation turned to parenting, specifically my experience of Motherhood, and its associated difficulties. Eyes got wider and jaws not so subtly dropped as I rather nonchalantly recounted a fleeting moment, when at my most desperate, that I contemplated chucking myself down the stairs. But there […]
from 11th September 2016 by Ruth.
(or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Baby) Sometimes my rather wonderful husband, the doting Father of our child, pops up on this blog with the occasional entry. Even in just a few posts he’s established a reputation as a better wordsmith than I with even better gags to boot. This post however, is unquestionably […]
from 7th September 2016 by Ruth.
9 months came and still you weren’t crawling. 10 months 13 days and you’re on the move. I’d have done well in pregnancy to chant over and over (and over. And over) “they’re all different” in a desperate attempt to way lay parenting concerns around why you’re not doing this or that and allowing you […]
from 25th August 2016 by Ruth.
Around November 2012 my parents asked me what I’d like for Christmas and my forthcoming 30th birthday (January). It was a time in my life where I genuinely wanted for nothing. I set about compiling a rather super-charged Christmas List that manifested itself in a PowerPoint presentation entitled “All I Want for Christmas”. I […]
from 30th June 2016 by Ruth.
I love delicious home cooked food and I love to cook – which is probably just as well given the former doesn’t come overly easily without the latter. Amidst the chaos of the early newborn weeks and attempting to get to grips with breastfeeding I spent no time in the kitchen and, despite his best efforts with Dad’s […]
from 7th June 2016 by Ruth.
There have been two occasions where you’ve nearly broken me. Aside from the time your very arrival demanded a surgeon took a scalpel to my perineum, there was firstly this one particular night feed in week three where I was close to certain I would actually die from sleep deprivation. It’s a funny feeling sat in […]
from 26th May 2016 by Ruth.
Picture: taken from The Art of Motherhood A wise and wonderful course friend of mine, with two children of her own, lent me some of her maternity clothes back about this time last year. It prompted a lovely conversation about pregnancy and post partum bodies and how I was very welcome to hold onto the […]
from 17th May 2016 by Ruth.
For better or worse (I’m undecided which) all the lectures that I missed at the start of the term while nursing a newborn (and am still to catch up on) were around preconception, pregnancy, infant feeding, weaning, children and adolescents. Thankfully it’s meant I haven’t been sat there thinking “why didn’t I do that?” or “why […]
from 7th March 2016 by Ruth.
We were properly baptised into the church of parenting by Bronchiolitis. It was our wedding anniversary. December 10. Our first night out since the arrival of our first born. He was ill. I was telling him we should stay at home. He was determined. We left, Britannia Encyclopaedia-esque tomes of instructions for the babysitter trailing […]