After S’s father left, and my friends started to find out what had been going on, one of them christened him Twunty. This is what his name will be from now on. I’ve written a lot about my breakdown. I’ve written about my birth story and the things that Read more…
Seeing Kit this week has had me thinking a lot about the past two years. This time two years ago, I was just preparing to move into this flat. I had just gotten back together with S’s father for the last time. I thought I had seven weeks left of Read more…
April 2012. S is almost 3 weeks old. We’ve been out of hospital just under a week. We have an appointment today to register her birth. Because I am not married to S’s father, he needs to be at the appointment in order to be listed on the birth certificate. Read more…
This is the latest in a series of posts about my experiences of early motherhood. The story begins here. The next morning, a Friday, I woke up and found the ex’s message from the night before. I replied that he knew very well I had not used him for material Read more…
This is one of a series of posts about S’s birth and my first few weeks of motherhood. The first post in the series is here. The morning after I had looked after the ex’s children overnight, I was exhausted and miserable. I could not see a way this was Read more…
This follows on from a series of posts about S’s birth and my first few weeks of motherhood. The first post is here. While I was still pregnant, the ex had told me of his idea to allow him to spend more time with me and the baby – he Read more…
This post is one of a series I have written about S’s birth and first few weeks of life. The first part is here. The next few weeks were very stressful and confusing for me. I have already posted about how the ex hated my midwife, and I was therefore Read more…
This is the latest in a series of posts about my daughter’s birth and first few weeks. The first of these posts can be found here. We came home from hospital on a Thursday afternoon, my sister driving very slowly and carefully. It was raining, and had been almost the Read more…
This post forms part of my Birth Story The first part is here. S came out of NICU on a Saturday afternoon, and I believed we’d probably be going home the next day. Maybe, at a push, the day after. She had been starting to try and feed, and I Read more…
This post follows on from my post about my first day of motherhood, here. The next day, a Wednesday, continued much as the previous one had: I wandered about in a daze, NICU nurses came down every three hours to feed S for me, visitors came and went. I eventually Read more…
This post follows on from my birth story, which can be found here and here…I woke up on the ward in the morning with people bustling around me… my baby was still asleep. Someone brought me some toast for breakfast. A lovely lady came to see me with an electric Read more…
This post follows on from Part 1 here. I woke up at 1am; my contractions had started again. The midwife came in and made sure the monitors were in the right place to pick up the heartbeat and contractions, and told me to call if I needed anything. Between then Read more…
This is S’s birth story. She was due on 13th May, 2012. On Easter weekend then, at the beginning of April, I wasn’t expecting much excitement past eating my body weight in chocolate. I’d had a bad cough, and not slept much. On the Saturday afternoon I sat on the Read more…