Quetzalcoatl

10 days before birth When I started this blog, I wanted to bare all about certain aspects of motherhood and I guess I'm now happy and ready to open up. The biggest reason for publishing this is for there to be some positive stories out there. I found that, during a lot of my pregnancy, everyone would tell me about the horror birth stories that have been passed down from friend to friend and generation to generation equalling a progressively worse story as it passes on. Like someone rushed into A&E with a hand shoved up there. This can happen, yes, and I've heard a similar story since giving birth so it's not actually that rare. Giving birth is hard, and it can also be the most enlightening, uplifting, and empowering thing ever to experience. I remember being pregnant and someone asking me how I felt about birth. I was looking forward to birth. I actually couldn't wait. They were surprised. It's like the person that had asked me thought I should be nervous ab...

I wrote the following on April 4th 2020 just as Lockdown started to really kick in: "Today, I spoke to a 87 year old woman who was upset about her husband who's in a nursing home and could be suffering with Coronavirus. It's the first sentence of this blog post and I've already mentioned the word that is circulating the world. It's a scary idea. People are full of fear. We are told to stay in and be safe. Of course, we know it's for the best but it doesn't mean it's easy. It feels we're in a future dystopian novel but also like we've stepped back in time into the rationing times of war. I miss popping into the pub. I miss going out to my new yoga class (it's not the same at home). I miss going to baby clubs so all the mums can sit in a room and feel like zombies together because it's more better feeling like zombies together. I miss Oscar going to work because I miss Olive's face when he comes home from work. But most of all I miss...