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Feeling a bit sentimental today so I’m posting this video. My friend Tara made it – it’s all about what makes a great mum.

They rolled me into a dimly lit room, as far as I can remember I was the only one in there, I was high on drugs and could make out one nurse rushing around. I’d just had the most surreal moment of my life. I lay there trying to think straight, the nurse brought me water to sip. I could see my husband sitting dumbstruck beside me.
We were in the high dependency unit, there had been complications, with me not the baby.
Erin was wheeled in not long …

Background Story
A woman who smashed a glass bottle into the eye of a man, leaving him partially blinded has escaped jail as she claimed that only she could look after her baby as she is breastfeeding. The woman’s health visitor said that she didn’t know how the baby would react to formula or feeding from a cup or bottle.
Although woman are able to give birth in prison and care for their babies there, this scenario is not allowed post birth.
The Sherriff handed down a sentence of 300 …

Guest Post by ‘mum of teens’
When I read this article by Joanna Simmons in The Times on Saturday a couple of weekends ago, it was as if a million light bulbs had gone off in my head.
Benign neglect is what I’ve been trying valiantly to achieve in our household for the last 18 years. A state of play where there is equal value placed on the general enjoyment of the adults as well as the children.
Where life is not all about jumping up to satisfy their every whim immediately …

This is a guest post by ‘mum of teens’
I thought, after becoming a Mother, that I was cured of my eating disorder.
Breastfeeding and the general wear and tear of motherhood meant that I had to eat properly. Nature has built in her own survival instincts for the sake of the baby.
We would go for long walks, my daughter in her pram and me pushing, chatting to her, laughing with her and watching her sleep.
The birth had been a long and difficult affair and there were feelings of isolation. I didn’t …

It’s been a strange few weeks to say the least, there was the VIP Disney Trip followed by the excitement of a pregnancy, the desperation of a second miscarriage (in three months) and the confusion of packing in my job and becoming ‘self employed’ (code for housewife or stay at home mum, I prefer the latter, less ironing).
There were a couple of days where it all felt a bit much, but I drew on the support of my husband, family and friends (which includes all my friends online, if I …

I’ve given up not writing about personal stuff, my Disney buddies do and if it’s good enough for them it’s good enough for me. So here it is…
On the last day of the Disney trip (see how I manage to mention it in every post?!) I did a pregnancy test, I had an inkling that maybe I was pregnant even though the miscarriage was only five weeks ago, and it was positive. I had a few tears telling my new friends and was surprised when I looked …

Following on from ‘Socially Recognised Mothering Standards – Pregnancy, Birth & Newborn‘.
9. One should purchase the most expensive pram and swan about like a modern ‘Yummy Mummy’ during the entire first year.
10. One should lavish the child with gifts and expensive clothes, but the child should not become ‘spoiled’ in the toddler years to follow.
11. Under no circumstances should you accept ‘hand me down’ or ‘gently used’ clothing or equipment. Everything must be purchased new, at great expense to one’s pocket and the environment.
12. …

Socially recognised mothering standards eh? Yeah, you know, all that stuff that as a mother you are expected to do and the unsaid standards you are expected to keep [at all times].
1. One should work until they drop (literally) before beginning maternity leave, you should be so tired you can barely stand up and proceed to give birth the very next day. You should brag to other mothers about said martyrdom.
2. One should have a natural birth which should involve rose petals, water and classical music. …

Two years ago I was working as a nursery assistant earning very close to the minimum wage, I had job-hopped my way through almost eight years of my life working mostly in offices. After trying several different careers I was still no closer to deciding what I wanted to ‘do’.
For five years I had suffered in varying degrees with Crohn’s Disease, I was worried that if we waited too long to have a baby something awful might happen that would render me infertile, for Alex and I, a life …