Before becoming a parent the thought of weaning hadn’t really entered my head.  I would worry about giving birth, whether I would be able to breastfeed, the lack of sleep, but in all the weird and crazy thoughts that pop into your head in the middle of the night, weaning was never one of them.  However, once O was born it began to concern me.  It was the one thing that I really began to stress over.  I went to our local baby group weaning sessions, I read up on it, waited until O six months and then began with… View Post

One day I won’t feel as tired as I do today. One day we won’t have hectic mornings where there are two little people to get dressed and ready and out of the door on time. One day my big boy won’t want to hold my hand on the way to school. Instead he’ll want to walk with his friends whilst I hover behind. One day my baby won’t gently grab my top as he feeds, feeling safe and comforted by just being in my arms.  He won’t look up, catch my eye and give me his cheekiest grin. One… View Post

Dear O Here we are my boy, the day before you start school. We’ve been building up to this day for months. Your uniform is hanging neatly in the wardrobe, your hair is freshly cut, your About Me worksheets all filled in. You’re starting a little later than most of your class, a perk of being one of the older ones of your year. It meant we got a bonus extra week together, a week to cram in as much of you as I could. We had fun didn’t we?  You’re so ready for the next step. You’ve been a… View Post

When I was pregnant with O I always knew that I would be returning to work and whilst we have been very lucky in that we have two sets of grandparents nearby who look after him three days a week we did need a nursery for him to go to for the other days.  Initially I returned to work full time so we were looking for somewhere for him for two days a week. As a first time mum the thought of leaving my son with anyone other than family made me feel physically sick.  I started the nursery search… View Post