Three years ago yesterday, I published my first blog post to share our ‘Me and Mine’ photo for February 2014. I’d been reading blogs for about six months and had wanted to start my own, but I didn’t know where to begin but through reading blogs, I came across Lucy’s blog Dear Beautiful Boy who thought up…… Continue reading Three years of Blogging!
Dear Alfie, Any day now, our lives are going to completely change and you are going to become a big brother. I’m 38 weeks pregnant as I write this and I really want to remember our final few weeks / days until you are no longer our only child. You’ve handled me being pregnant brilliantly,…… Continue reading As you become a big brother
Ah the age old breast vs bottle debate! I wanted to write about my experience with breast and bottle feeding because I’m hoping to have a better experience this time round with breastfeeding! Alfie was born at 1.40pm, after 11 hours of labour. As soon as he was delivered, we had a few minutes of…… Continue reading My breastfeeding experience – four years ago
I feel like I need to add a warning that this next part discusses things in detail and may be slightly graphic when talking about what happened after I’d delivered Alfie… I felt like superwoman. Alfie was put on my chest for skin to skin and there was just such a hive of activity going…… Continue reading Alfie’s birth story – part 5
You can read parts 1 here, part 2 here and part 3 here ‘Put your chin on your chest and push from your bum Nicola’ the Midwife told me. Laying back in the bed, Michael on my right, Mum on my left, gas and air in hand, I waited for the next contraction and pushed like my life depended…… Continue reading Alfie’s birth story – part 4
To my beautiful boy, And just like that you are four. I can’t believe how fast the last four years have gone as I still remember so clearly the day you were born. What is it about four that seems so much bigger than three? I’ve found the last year hard. Since turning three, you…… Continue reading And now you are four!
You can read parts 1 and 2 here and here I got on the bed and was examined every hour or so. The contractions were really strong by now and I was struggling to cope. I had gas and air to help me, but I hated it. It made me feel spaced out and drunk. I hate…… Continue reading A Birth Story – Part 3