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 […]
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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 […]
from 15th January 2016 by Ruth.
And now, we are three. And so, to an extent, dear Mothership are you. A third anniversary of sorts. Three years since you left us(ish). “ish” because it feels most days like you’re still there. Making stuff happen, keeping fate on my side, doing your best to ensure that every one of my good turns […]
from 2nd January 2016 by Ruth.
2015 was the year of pregnancy, birth and becoming a Mother. Whilst I’m sure I did many other things in between I’m so desperately trying to remember what they were. Another cliche come true. You just can’t seem to remember quite what life before your baby was like but you somehow on occasion yearn for […]
from 6th December 2015 by Ruth.
It’s like life before never, ever happened. Although I do rather fondly remember a daily cup of coffee in bed and a lot of time spent on Instagram. What follows will I fear read just like so many of the other posts shared by new parents because every cliché is painfully true. Although pain doesn’t […]
from 20th October 2015 by Ruth.
Before our baby was born we attended two breast feeding workshops – one as part of our NCT course and one at the hospital where we would have our baby. In between the knitted boobs and videos containing a lot of nipple, I spoke with many friends. No one ever made out breast feeding was […]
from 29th September 2015 by Ruth.
Guest blog by Andy, the hottest new chef in Cardiff. Take one new dad-to-be. Add a dash of culinary incompetence and a pinch of kitchen calamity. Simmer for nine months. Stir in one new mother / nutritionist in training and a newly formed little person. Mix until all ingredients come to the boil. Serve with […]