Now that we are fast approaching the end of August, any summer clothes I’m buying for the children are being stockpiled for next year, and I’m turning my attention to Autumn childrenswear.
I take a lot of photos of my children.
I pick up a camera almost every day. Tucked away on my hard drive are a lot photos.
On the way to the private gender scan for our third baby, I felt that I wouldn’t be in the slightest bit surprised if this little person growing inside me was a boy.
In the last part of my birth story, I was 5cms, and then all of a sudden, I was pushing.
What? No. I’m only 5cms.
In the previous part of my birth story, I felt increasingly frustrated at the ‘illusion’ of birth choice when you are on an “intervention path”, and after a four day wait, I fi
After being diagnosed with Obstetric Cholestatis, my induction had been started off at 37 weeks, and we were waiting for a room on labour ward to become available so my waters could be broken.
In Part 1 of my birth story, I was diagnosed with Obstetric Cholestasis and told I would be admitted to hospital there and then, and induced the next morning.