Small, sharp stuff is a recurring theme in my worries about Squidge. Especially small, sharp, swallowable stuff. Which is why I am currently kicking myself a million times over for failing to foresee this one coming. When we bought our house three years ago, there was a broken double glazing pane in the window of what would become… Continue reading Baby anxiety diaries: If only glass were magnetic!
I have thought really, really hard about the food that I give Squidge. My mum died of cancer, and in the last couple of years of her life she did a LOT of research into the harm we cause ourselves inadvertently through the food we consume. Some of the articles she read were maybe a bit hokey,… Continue reading Baby anxiety diaries: rice cakes
So, I have anxiety. I’ve anxious phases on and off since I was ten years old. Most of the time, the anxiety simmers away in the background for me, but when I’m tired or stressed, the worry pan tends to boil over and make a hot mess of things. Now, obviously, what with the baby teething… Continue reading The baby anxiety diaries
So. It takes three minutes to sterilise a baby bottle in a microwave bag. Pre-baby, I might have used three minutes of microwaving to do any one of the following: Stare musingly out of the kitchen window. Stare musingly at the hole in my right sock. Stare musingly at the microwave timer. Here are some of… Continue reading Secrets of parenthood: MAGIC THREE MINUTES
Hey there! Ever since I gave birth to my little boy – my little Squidgecake – last summer, I’ve been wanting to start a blog. I have gained so much from reading other people’s experiences, and I thought that maybe by sharing my own, I might help some other mum or dad, somewhere. Whilst becoming… Continue reading First-time mum, first-time post