Wonderfully Horrible Our baby daughter, Eloise, turns one on Sunday. The past year has been tiring, wacky, joyous, boring, momentous, difficult and amazing. Being mama to Eloise has been horribly wonderful and wonderfully horrible. Because babies are easy… except when they are not. This inherent contrariness makes parenting a baby so fantastic and so awful at the same time.
Unpleasant Side Effects When I found out I was pregnant I was overjoyed. But it does come with some unpleasant side effects. And I am not talking about morning sickness, back pain, heartburn or swollen ankles. It comes with the side effects of people rubbing your belly (I am not a genie people!). It comes with mothers telling you
Santa’s Lap We took our seven-month-old baby daughter, Eloise, to visit Santa the other day. Santa, astutely, summed up the situation as a photo opportunity and so didn’t bother with the pleasantries of asking the baby what she wanted for Christmas. After we left Santa’s air-conditioned grotto, I realised I lost my opportunity to tell him what I wanted for
All About Me Our baby daughter, Eloise, entered our lives just over 100 days ago. Although the focus at home has been baby, baby, baby, I have recently realised that the previous two blog posts were all about me. I wrote about my pregnancy, my labour, my birth. Cute photo aside, Eloise featured as a minor character in both those
Newborn Tidings On the 1st of May 2015, a momentous event occurred in our lives – our gorgeous daughter, Eloise, arrived in the world. She will take centre-stage in many blog posts to come, but I would like to dedicate this one to the nine months that preceded her birth. It seems a bit remiss if I do not
Be Careful What You Wish For When I found out I was pregnant, I decided that I did not want to know baby’s gender until he or she was born. A typical conversation from about six months into my pregnancy was as follows – Other person: “Do you know what you are having” Me: “Yes, a baby” Other person: “I