Category becoming a mum

How was your day?

They tell me to appreciate These days before they’re gone,  I can’t appreciate regurgitate  Even of my angel son. We’re meant to not complain, Stay restrained, each and every one Go to Stay & Play , where I Sit & Pray I’m Not the only lonely one. A house is to be lived in not […]

The Stuff of Legend

One of the first things I talk about in my sessions with hypnobirthing couples is the influence of stories. In particular, negative  birth stories. There exists an implicit understanding in our society that birth is just going to be awful. In the West, it’s commonly viewed as a medical procedure for which you need to be in hospital, […]

The New Blue

I’m finding it hard to write this. Partly because it’s very personal. Mainly because, as I write, I have a loud whooshing sound in my ears, zaps of bright light attacking the edges of my vision and a throbbing pressure on my head which gets worse when I move my head, walk, lie down or […]

All I Want for Christmas is….Me

When I was growing up, our Christmas tradition (on Christmas Eve thanks to my Swedish dad) was to sit down with Glogg and cinnamon buns and take it in turns to unwrap our gifts, carefully and with some thought and discussion about each one. Like I said, my dad is Swedish. Last night, in a […]

Let it Go….

Let it goooo! Can’t hold it back any more. Let it go, let it go! Turn away and slam the door. I don’t care what they’re going to say. Let the storm rage on. The cold never bothered me anyway. I’m going to admit it. I haven’t seen Frozen yet. I’m not exactly sure who […]

Walking Womb

In my last post, I talked about the importance of immersing yourself in the bubble that surrounds you and your baby in the early weeks. For you, scary and uncertain as this time is, allowing the new role of mother to wash over you and for your oth…

The Bubble

Let’s just say it out loud. You might not fall in love with your baby the moment you set eyes on him or her. Birds won’t sing. The light won’t be rainbow hued. Your baby, covered in ick, will be struggling to open their brand new eyes to the outsi…