Learning to FLY... with a toddler
In a previous post I said how going on holiday when Joey was very small (nine weeks old) was one of the best decisions Greg and I made. Very true. But as a trip to Spain approached last summer, when Joey was nearly one, the thought of the journey there and back filled me with fresh anxiety. On our first holiday I managed to get Joey to use a dummy both ways, and aside from a big explosive poo as we took off (from Joey I might add) he did ALL the sleeping. I knew that going to
WHEN BREASTFEEDING GOES TITS UP.
I was full of good intentions. I wanted to breastfeed Joey. I wanted to go the natural route and I wanted that bond. It started well, straight after giving birth. I lay on the hospital bed while a midwife helped Joey latch on and happy days, I was breastfeeding! I was so in shock at what had just happened, and so absorbed in what was going on down below, that I barely noticed what was going on up top. As far as I can remember, Joey fed for 40 minutes. I felt positive and grat
RE-BUILDING THE TOWER
My little boy has changed me. I suppose having a child changes everybody, I just never knew how much. Joey has changed me for the better - I feel far more content and well-balanced than I ever have. But my tower of confidence had to crumble into a thousand pieces before I could get here. In my pre-baby world, I was happy. There was a time when I didn’t fancy the idea of having children. I didn’t see how having a baby would benefit my life. I don’t really know at what point I
