Hello July! 


How ironic that you used to be little more than a filler month in the year and yet you’re quite the opposite now! Value has indeed been added over the last 2 years – we tied the knot on your fourth day, and again on your tenth and last year we celebrated Oscar’s first birthday while I eagerly awaited the start of my mat leave! 

But this year? Well this year is something else entirely and for that I have a different request. 

This year, I would like it very much if you wouldn’t say goodbye at all – can we dance together a little while longer July? Whatever sweet melody you like, your choice, pretty please?

Oh, how things change in a year. 

You see, this marks the last month of my maternity leave (cue gallon tub of haagendaaz and one spoon with my name on it please?). My last days of morning snuggles with Sophia, any time of day walks with Oscar, random catch ups with friends, baby group play dates and crochet time amongst many other tid bits I’ve grown accustomed to are numbered. Soon I will have to adjust to a new normal – familiar ground mind, only I’ll be wearing different shoes – mummy shoes. Working mummy shoes – I can do that, right? 

As I ponder that question, and muddle through this month being extra sentimental and terrified all at the same time, you can expect to see more regular posts (with me buried under a mountain of Kleenex) as I cling to what’s left of this wonderful perfect little life changing year! 


Go shawty, it’s my birthday! 

My husband made sure that this birthday was a special one being my first with our dear little girl. A morning spent with Oscar and Sophia and then treated to an afternoon tea at Betty Blythes and dinner at the Shard, just the two of us! It had been a while so of course we’d have lots to talk about other than baby and puppy right?


I joke…(sort of). There was plenty of random chat owing to the discovery that my previously fair tolerance to alcohol had now positively dwindled in its 18 month unmissed absence! But I won’t lie – in between the catch ups, we found ourselves back to a cheeky Sophia anecdote or two. And surprisingly it wasn’t me that was the most guilty of it!

It was our first night away from Sophia since she was born you see so I was a little nervous. Deep down I knew she’d be ok and suspected (correctly) that I’d be the blubbering idiot!

But we survived. Ok more like I survived – she was absolutely fine – so proud of her while simultaneously feeling a little lost faced with her growing independence – geez this parenting thing, sometimes you just can’t win!

All in all, it was a lovely day and one I will always remember. Here are some of my favourite pictures of the day!

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A morning birthday greeting from a hula wearing westie and balloon clad baby girl – it’s going to be a good day (and it was!)




Birthday twirl!



Picked it all on his own and it fit…boy. did. good.



With all the above said and photos shared of ‘my day’, I wanted to take just a moment to honour the real unsung hero of today, that Wednesday afternoon, all those 29 years ago…my mother x

When I was younger I remember having the odd fleeting thought about my mothers labour on my birthday. But it soon passed, it was my day after all, even she said so as she baked the cake, put out the balloons, wrapped all the presents and took all the ‘feeding cake’ Sri Lankan style photos.

Now after having a little girl of my own, the understanding I have of everything she did and still does for me is overwhelming. So here’s to you mum – on this day, my birthday. This isn’t my day, this is yours. Thank you for every tear, drop of sweat and hard work bringing me into this world and then every tear, drop of sweat and hard work keeping a smile on my face and raising me to be the girl, woman and mother I am today x


From mother to grandmother


I love you x endlessly

Birthday eve.


So it’s less than an hour before my birthday which makes it my birthday eve. A silly term I used in my younger days (ok, that was a white lie, embarrassingly not so long ago). Soon I will turn 29 so as taught by one of my old friends, I’ll spare a few moments to take stock of the year gone by and consider goals for the year ahead.

How eventful you were 28 and what I have learnt from you is far more than whats below, but here’s a few things that stood out.

My sister got married to my wonderful brother in law.
I almost lost my dad (a week before the above, hence qualifies for the most emotional 10 days ever).
I have incredibly supportive family and friends.
I met and worked with the nicest people I have ever come across (Oncology team- you know who you are)
I became an aunty (again) to my gorgeous little niece, Aishy! 
I have made amazing new mummy-friends who have made this year so enjoyable. 

Lastly and most significantly, I was given the greatest gift of all, motherhood and my beautiful Sophia.

Thanks to all of the above, I have changed so much in as little as a year. For the better, I’d like to think.

So I have only one hope and goal for the year to come – to keep on trying to be better…for my parents, my siblings, family and friends, my wonderful husband, my puppy dog and my angel, Sophia x Especially for you Sophia x

Here’s to my first birthday as a mummy and the last year of my twenties!

Schmidty,I hear ya…twenty noiinnnneeee!

Crafty mama.


Although it seems a distant memory, there was a ‘me’ before Sophia and Oscar. And she loved to do anything that involved a trip to Hobbycraft. That hasn’t really changed to be honest, if anything, I love it more now. How could I not? More time to pursue crafts (sort of) and more reasons for creating (my little girl).

I had a longer than expected period of maternity leave twiddling my thumbs with bump rather than baby as she was late and I was super organised (for once). So there I was, lounging in blissful ignorance, filled with earnest questions and anticipation of the unknown and a tiny little bit of…dare I say it…boredom!

If only I knew I’d be begging for a day of the ‘boring’ now! I remember asking my best friend Mya (seasoned expert yummy mummy and my go-to for everything baby related) what I was supposed to do with all this time! ‘Lavinia,’ she said ‘you’ll never have this time again! Next time you’re pregnant, you’ll have a toddler to look after so three words. Netflix, Ice-cream, sofa.’

I did listen, sort of but I couldn’t deny that stupidly I was a little bored – there’s that word again! So I took full opportunity to craft away the ‘b’ word. Total bonus that it kept me from rearranging the nursery for the umpteenth time and risking my husbands sanity.

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I’ve tried it so many times before and never stuck with it. This time I at least managed some booties…(an example of the motivation this baby gave and still gives me!) but I arrived at the same conclusion as always – too hard and too long. Of course thanks to  the ironically reliable baby brain making me lose count and drop stitches far too often – nightmare!

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So then I tried Crochet.

Ok ok, I had no clue what it was either. I kept seeing it crop up on my knitting pattern google search so a few quick Youtube sessions and I was sold. This, my friends, is pretty awesome. It’s quick and easy to pick up, weirdly therapeutic and you get impressive results. If like me, you like to create, you will love it. I haven’t put my hooks down since!

You don’t have to worry about two knitting needles as you work with one crochet hook, and you complete each stitch as you go unlike knitting where you keep rows of stitches ‘open’. What the hell does that mean? Well, a dropped stitch (which happens often with me and my knitting) can mean tears, heartbreak and anger as you watch your entire days work unravel before you because you were too busy laughing at Sheldon Coopers latest quirk. Knock knock knock…on my goddamn distractible head. That thankfully is unlikely to happen with crochet so breathe, relax, pick up a hook and enjoy your Big Bang Theory marathon!

I really wanted to make Sophia a baby blanket and that’s how I found ‘Bella Coco’ on youtube and Instagram. Her videos are so easy to follow and she is one of the few who takes you through the British terminology (the Americans have their own version with the same terms but different meanings)

So I ordered some hooks (from Amazon for just £5 – link below)


and some yarn (from LoveKnitting.com – I mostly use Stylecraft Special DK)

and pressed play on Bella Coco’s youtube channel (+ accompanying Netflix show) and the rest is history.


I’m pretty sure my husband started saying ‘yarn over, pull through 2 loops, yarn over’ in his sleep after the amount of times I pressed repeat but it was worth it. Once I got the hang of it, all five rounds, the last impatient week waiting for my girl to arrive whizzed by. And now she’ll have something her very excited mummy made her to keep (and hand down I hope).


A baby blanket for each of my kids if and when the time comes? Yes, I definitely think so. Try it yourself, you won’t regret it!

My dear Sophia,  I loved you even before I knew you. This blanket is so special to me because I will always remember how very excited and nervous I was to meet you. How I wanted to keep you warm under something I had made and how I picked bright and beautiful colours as I knew you would colour my life that way. I love you, always x amma

My dear Sophia,
I loved you even before I knew you. This blanket is so very special to me because it reminds me of our last few days just you and me and how very excited and nervous I was to meet you. How I wanted to keep you warm under something I had made and how I picked bright and beautiful colours as I knew you would colour my life that way x May it comfort you the way you do me x I love you, always x amma

Introducing my other baby (with 4 little legs and white fur)…Oscar.

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Whoever said ‘Diamonds are a girls best friend’ never owned a dog.

Maybe I should start by saying, I have ALWAYS wanted a puppy. My childhood bestie, Asha (also now my sister in law) had a few growing up and with Rover, King and then Simba, there wasn’t a single sleepover at the Logan household that wasn’t fun!

I never expected I’d ever actually get one though as my heavily congested eye watering  hayfever suffering you-can-hear-him-sneeze-from-China daddy point blank refused and dog-blocked my every request (from age 9 to 19).

I should have taken art lessons from my little cousin sissy Erica – yes this masterpiece in addition to THE worlds cutest smile worked for her. Lucky little brat!


Me on the other hand? I was told I’d have to wait till I was married. So that’s exactly what I did.

Fast forward to 2 months post wedding, a cheeky pub lunch inclusive of an Eton mess or two, an innocent flick through the Pets4Home app, and me, my husband, brother in law and sister in law were off to meet some newborn Westie pups.

This sort of thing wasn’t that unusual for us – we’d done it before. We often ended up on the Pets4Home app when we got together to ooh and ahh over the cute puppies and revisit the topic that my sister in law should have been a vet (she is actually the Dog Whisperer, an art taught and mastered by the one and only Logi Bear – her dad). So you’ll believe me when I say that none of us honestly expected that this time we would walk in as a 4 and leave as a 6!

Certainly not me accompanied by my responsible and logical husband, right? The McCallister to my Kitty Walker crazy, the grounded, annoyingly pragmatic and sensible one. No, apparently, he was MIA. Instead, I was with someone that resembled a kid in a sweet shop!

Caution was most definitely thrown to the wind. We picked our pups and excitedly took them home  – Oscar and Dexter – our very own Andy boys. Not quite what my father in law had in mind after spending a portion of his wedding speech instructing the four of us to stop buying fur babies and produce a progeny of tiny humans instead! Oops, sorry maama.


Looking back, it was a little rash if I’m honest and sure presented us with a rather steep learning curve…. 10264963_10152041540722027_7746206472156260924_n

Yeah, we were on number 2 until my pregnancy hormones kicked in. We’re now on number 7. Ok, ok, number 10. Eek.


Oops, oh well, completely worth all the trouble – we’ve never looked back! One thing is for sure, life is definitely better with a dog to come home to.

Here’s a few of the reasons why I am crazy in love with Oscar.


1.  Puppy cuddles are something else. They are healing, genuinely. And an absolute argument diffuser. It’s hard to stay mad at the hub or stop crying at the latest Shonda Rhimes induced death when Oscar is nuzzling at me out of concern.

2. According to Oscar, and only Oscar I am Jamie bloody Oliver. He loves all my cooking especially if it involves cheese. I mean he would probably eat anything but we’ll forget that for the moment!


3. It really is very simple with Oscar. Take him for a walk. Feed him. Rub his belly. He’s yours. Feed him chicken? You’ll reach best friend status – just ask my dad. (I can literally see you feeding him mum’s chicken curry on the sly while I write this, dad!)

4. He lets me keep my feet warm under him. Win.


5. I never miss a delivery with my personal doorbell. Especially those awesome 6am ones, yes he doubles as an alarm clock too.

6. He could put Dyson out of business – most efficent hoover of all crumbs!

7. He keeps us fit. In a world of technology with Netflix at your fingertips beckoning you to become that couch potato, its easy to forget the outdoors. But with Oscar barking at my feet, nudging his leash, wagging his tail, it’s a joy to get outside.


8. He will puff his chest out and bark like he means business if he sees another dog, the Amazon delivery guy, a Dementor during Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, the Hoover, the broom, oh especially the broom….But he wouldn’t hurt a fly. Turn my Kenwood mixer on? He’ll be quivering at my feet – my silly little puppy dog.

9. The return home greeting. Every dog owner/lover will attest to this feeling being ‘the one’. We could be gone for 5 mins or 5 hours, it doesn’t matter. Oscar will be waiting by the door, tail wagging ready to leap up and embrace us. It is enough to make you feel like an A- lister.


10. He is my bestie. Yes, I am THAT dog lady. The one I swore I’d never become. Who was I kidding, lets face it, I’m not cool enough to be cool. So I put my hands up, I am guilty as charged for buying him a Fairisle Christmas jumper every year, dressing him up whenever the occasion calls and filling my insta feed with puppy pics, especially of said jumper, and for sharing every little probably unexciting thing he does which is actually super exciting to me. Like this post, sorry.

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11. He puts up with me. See above Christmas jumper point. Also he dances with me to Taylor Swift (yes, ok I mean he doesn’t resist), he doesn’t only ever want to watch QI or Top Gear and he lets me hug him even when he’s not that into it because he knows I need it.


12. Cheapest psychiatrist and cure for a blue day. He listens, he snuggles, he shares the ice-cream without a raised eyebrow, he loves. Unless someone’s cooking chicken in the kitchen, then he’s outta there.


Don’t get me wrong, there are of course days when he drives me mad – accidentally waking Sophia up after I’ve taken forever to put her down, barking at literally nothing, being accident prone (damn you grass seeds to hell) or having an indoor wee wee accident (very rare, thankfully).

Despite all of this, what he brings to our lives is so much more than words can describe or quantify. I’ve learnt more about being human from him than actual humans. The compassion, kindness and understanding is unparalleled. And his thirst for life is contagious.


Simply put, he is all kinds of awesome. He has won over my mum for gods sake, has my dad wrapped around his finger and even managed a cheeky nap or two with my sister. Legend. So it’s safe to say he is a part of our family and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Looking forward especially to seeing Sophia grow up with him.

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Love you Oscar even if you love the hubster more than me – you are currently staring at me like I’m an idiot. Oh, you know me so well. And you love me anyway.


Introducing Sophia Ishana!

So I have a confession to make. I have a teeny tiny case of OCD. You see, I like things in order, any sort of order at all, inextricably linked to my need to constantly pen lists of course.The problem arises however when I don’t manage to cross anything off said lists. This post? Case in point.

You see, I intended on digging through what has become a rather enormous digital photo pile (not unsurprising being the wife of  a photographer) to find a picture or three to date stamp each of Sophia’s months. A little journal if you will, for us to look back on as a reminder of the little things she accomplishes that have me clapping like a seal right now. They may be easily forgotten when she’s older, even with my so called photographic memory. A sort of digital scrapbook.

The problem is, the skill of procrastination is one I have mastered. The result? A very very late blogpost and a couple of dozen half written posts awaiting the publication of this one. Oops.

So here is my promise to myself to try and let go a little on logic…after all there is very little that is logical and orderly about my days now! I’ll do my best to digitally embrace the organised chaos and blog as I feel so bear with me as I get up to date and post more regularly! Yes, you guessed it, in no sort of order at all (eek!)

And with that note of self-shaming behind us, back to this post! It was rather an emotional roller coaster to put together if I’m totally honest! I reminisced, shed a few tears, laughed and stood back in amazement at how much she’s grown and where on earth the time has flown!

So here she is, introducing my little or rather not so little poppet, Sophia and her first 6 months!

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Part 2 of 2: Labour – ‘verb’ 1. work hard; make great effort. ‘noun’ 1. The Storm

By this point in my pregnancy, I’m pretty sure that even Craig Revell Horwood would have awarded Sophia a ‘10’ for her daily Argentine Tango on my bladder. So when I woke up around 5 on THE morning, I didn’t think anything of it at first. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and noticed that ‘that’ pain was a little worse. Ok a lot worse. Is this it? How many times had I asked myself that goddamn question! The pain soon caught a rhythm and I had my answer.

Now, my husband is quite a light sleeper but for some reason, that morning, he was dead to the world. I guess all those countless nights of lost sleep looking after me had finally caught up with him. Poor guy, little did he know, he was about to wave goodbye to a decent sleep for ooo I don’t know…18 years.

He finally woke up (contraction app attached to his hip of course) when my initial soft call for help turned into a roar! I think Oscar worked it all out before us both as he followed me every pace I took. He didn’t leave my side till we dropped him off at my parents, my sweet little puppyboy.


I must have slept through the ‘easy’ bit (I use that word loosely of course) – you know that elusive bit they speak of at antenatal class where you can supposedly stay at home and run a hot bath, and sing and slow dance and watch a movie or so they say! Yeah, there was none of that. It didn’t happen and there was no build up. Sophia, the protagonist of this play had announced her final scene, cue dramatic music from the orchestra. My contractions were here to stay and coming fast! That blasted app was right – it was time to go to the hospital.


From this point on, it was all a bit of a blur to be honest. I still come across new bits of the day as I think back even now. So here are a few bits that I have remembered (or rather not forgotten on purpose).

  1. Pacing up and down our bedroom corridor (with Oscar) to distract me from the pain
  2. Frantically putting on the TENS machine – bloody hell was it cold! (my best friend Mya warned me about this but it still made me shriek)
  3. Ripping off said TENS machine – don’t get me wrong, it did help, but how annoying are those wires!
  4. Trying to watch Downton Abbey whilst contracting in hope that Lord Grantham would distract me – no chance!
  5. The nausea – no one warned me about nausea in labour! Poor design, God. Not appreciated.
  6. My stupidity in refusing ALL pain relief – I’m surprised my husband didn’t have a scar across his forehead after I accidentally on purpose threw the Gas and Air at him!
  7. Realising the pure genius of warm water as an analgesic
  8. The embarrassing discovery that I was in fact a ‘screamer’ – the very type of woman I used to mentally tut in labours I attended- ‘conserve your energy woman’ I’d think in silent.’ Yeah I could have punched myself for every ‘screamer’ I had wronged at that moment.
  9. Feeling like a sumo wrestler had taken a time out on my back with each contraction
  10. Constantly apologising (so apparently I’m not just like this when slightly inebriated, also when in labour (cousins that read this, speak nothing of Florence #unacceptablebehaviour)
  11. Being frustrated at hearing the soft and wispy voiced midwife telling me I was amazing (poor girl, she was only doing her job!) The thing is,  I needed a Bailey, you hear me Shonda Rhimes? I needed a Bailey or a Yang to go full on boot camp Nazi on me and this midwife, she was more April Kepner.
  12. My husband trying to feed me chocolate fingers – he was not my favourite person, see point 5 above.
  13. Being shocked at how my usual modest self really did not give a damn at who saw what and when. Well, that was a useful £12 spent on maternity swimwear for the waterbirth I planned then.
  14. The irony of not wanting an instrumental delivery or tear and ending up with both and wanting delayed cord clamping and skin to skin time and getting neither. Screw. You. Birth. Plan. Ye of false hope. 
  15. Deciding I was going to bring back the ‘one child family’ immediately after delivery…only to take it back just 30 minutes later.

It did all happen pretty quickly and in truth, it wasn’t actually too bad. I was fully dilated within 4 hours and despite a good hour and a half effort pushing with an actual bloody eye to show for it, baby girl Saravanan needed a hand. So I was moved from a low to high risk room (eek!) and a Ventouse suction cup, episiotomy and unfortunate third degree tear later, our beautiful little girl was born.


I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that I couldn’t deliver naturally after doing 99.99999% of the work but hey ho, once your baby arrives, it really doesn’t matter how they entered the world. It has taken me time to get over it but I can see now that what matters is that they are there, safe, in your arms, and changing your world completely.

Ours changed on 2nd October 2014 at 19.05pm. All the blood, sweat, tears and months of planning, well, it was totally worth it.


A brilliant mop of hair, longest ever eyelashes and bright eyed stare. Seeing her at that moment, watching her turn her head to take it all in – to take us in – that was incredible. I expected I’d cry, but we were so overwhelmed that we laughed.

We were now parents of our own little family.

And yes, we survived the most beautiful little storm.


Part 1 of 2: Pre-Labour – ‘noun’ 1. the calm before the storm

It was 6 months ago but I can remember it like it was yesterday. I suspect I’ll be saying the same even when Sophia is 16…probably with exaggerated truths as a bargaining tool to get her to make her bed (if she’s anything like her daddy!)

Being a doctor and training to be a GP, I’ve done my obstetrics rotations. So yes, I’ve delivered a few babies, shed a few tears, had lots of postnatal ward cuddles and been in more than a few labours (at the other end as it were).


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Having worked in the best birthing unit ever (Broomfield!), I decided I couldn’t have my baby anywhere else. And yes, I had thought of how awkward it might be if I ran into a former colleague during labour but in truth, you forget about all of that when you want the best for your baby.  So after attending NCT and NHS antenatal classes, packing, unpacking and repacking my hospital bag several times, I patiently waited. And waited. And waited some more. My due date came, went and bought the t-shirt with Miss-No-Show-I’m-Too-Cosy not budging so you’ll forgive me for being a little fed up at this stage!


You don’t realise you have an expectation until it’s not met and apparently my ‘sure thing’ feeling of delivering at 38 weeks (that’s when me and my sis were born) was but wishful thinking. Being fashionably late is kind of a family signature on my part, so surprising as it is, the only time I’ve ever been early for anything was when I was born. My super punctual husband on the other hand, the cheese to my chalk, has only ever been late for one thing – his birth, so apparently, this little miss was already a daddy’s girl!

I tried almost everything – hot curries, pineapples, long walks, clary sage and birth ball bouncing. Oscar wasn’t too keen on the latter (neither were my neighbours probably) as it led to a guaranteed 20 minute barking battle – Oscar v Birth ball 1-0…hmm Baby v Me 1-0 more like! Ah to hell with it I thought, she’ll come when she’s ready. And she did.

So several false starts, 2 sweeps and is it/isn’t its later, we finally had some movement…I think? You see, I couldn’t bloody tell if ‘that’ pain was Braxton Hicks, real contractions or wind! Glamorous, I know. So when the time actually came, I dismissed it and carried on.

Little did I know that it was the real deal and things were underway unbeknownst to us. So we took Oscar for a long walk, I baked a cake, we watched the semi final of the British Bake off, I crocheted a little and we went to bed.


Our last walk as a three!

Hub was keenly recording the odd pains I had throughout the day on that blasted ‘Count the contraction’ app! And with short lasting pains and irregular intervals recorded, we decided it probably wasn’t much to get excited about. Ah never mind, induction it is I guess. Right?

Wrong. Sophia had other plans…

Motherhood – the good, the bad and the awesome!

So now you’re on the other side. Your little cherub has arrived and it’s overwhelming to say the least. You’re back from the hospital, enjoying those cuddles and luscious newborn smell, when out of nowhere as you look down at those big eyes, it hits you. You are acutely aware that you know NOTHING and you, you alone are wholly responsible for this perfect eeny meeny tiny human. *sharp intake of breath*


And breathe. It’ll be ok.

You’ll get the hang of it. I promise. You’ll even get used to your little one spicing things up just as you get comfortable and in a routine. You know, just to keep you on your toes and make the sleep deprivation entertaining. So you won’t be surprised when I tell you I’m still learning, every day! And although I remember that moment of simultaneous joy and terror clear as day, I look back on it fondly. I did after all survive it. And so will you.

Here are a few things to look forward to that I’ve come across so far in motherhood.

The good

  1. Baby giggles cure everything. Fact.
  2. You’ll find yourself mimicking someone high on LSD come slapstick comedian to hear those giggles one more time.
  3. There was a time I didn’t understand the need for Parent parking bays. But oh ,do I now? Godsend. They mean not having to resemble a contortionist while strapping your baby into the car seat!
  4. Mummy muscles are real. After all, you’ve spent ages perfecting your title as Queen of multitasking and your right arm has had a workout continuously as a result. Carrying your growing baby in one arm while using the other to do EVERYTHING else – care to arm wrestle? I dare you.
  5. People probably wouldn’t pay to see you perform at the Comedy Club, but to your baby, well you might as well be Michael McIntyre! Best. Audience. EVER. photo-7
  6. They don’t know when you’re having a bad day, or doing it all wrong but they love you anyway.

The bad

  1. Kiss goodbye to hot meals and long showers. Your baby will know instantly when you try to have one or both of these and cry before your fork hits the plate or you pick up your loofah! It’s a conspiracy, I swear.
  2. Your super happy smiley baby will play up when your friends come over, the in laws are around or you’re watching Suits and someone’s about to get Litt up! Thank god for Sky Plus. Pause, rewind, play. Wait, rewind again.
  3. Bath time for baby is a sting operation that involves a ridiculous amount of planning – (also one of the most fun). Bath time for you will be…I’m sorry bath? Don’t be ridiculous – see point one.photo-1
  4. Getting out of the house can sometimes be a mission Ethan Hunt couldn’t complete. Especially as your baby will undoubtedly need a feed or change just as you turn the key to lock up and put the alarm on.
  5. Shopping WAS my cardio! Remember those days when you could do a quick run around, take ages in a changing room, go up and down the escalators without a care in the world? No? Me either. Now, with a pram, changing bag, bundled up babe, the pace is slower! So it’s all about being efficient. Take the time to plan a route around the shopping centre including Parent Room feed/change breaks to avoid hours of going up and down lifts!
  6. Your iPod playlist will be taken over by nursery rhymes – yes Wheels on a bus is my new jam!
  7. Your living room will look like a bad Hamleys display no matter how many which ways you arrange it. Little people sure do come with a lot of stuff!

The Awesome

  1. Snuggles. My favourite time. They morph into koalas and I mean who doesn’t love koalas!?photo-4
  2. Get ready to be the most organised version of yourself. This starts even before the baby comes really thanks to nesting and good thing too. After they arrive, you can no longer wish time away. Productivity and efficiency is key – I haven’t mastered it yet and maybe I never will but Sophia has definitely kicked me into a better shape.
  3. Look forward to being the most positive you’ve ever been. They pick up on everything! Before Sophia, if things didn’t necessarily go as planned, I would wallow in my own self-pity. Now however, I find myself picking up, dusting off, being more positive and finding the silver lining in most clouds. And it feels good.
  4. Finally, despite being vomited on, pooed and weed on, woken up at some ungodly hour because its playtime according to Sophia, and not having had a break in 5 months, motherhood is still the most rewarding thing  I’ve ever done. 

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For after all, your eeny meeny tiny human is rather perfect and utterly worth it.

So mums to be and new mums like me…Breathe. It’ll be ok.

We got this x (plus baby giggles cure everything!)

Mother Nature is meaner than Regina George.


Pregnancy plays a few cruel jokes on us that are conveniently or perhaps kindly not mentioned to a mum-to-be by those much wiser. Bright eyed and bushy tailed a first time mama I was -and though by and large I had a pretty easy ride compared to some of my friends – being on the other side of fence now, I’m here to let you in on a few home truths.

I think its safe to say that most women will find themselves nodding in agreement to some if not of all of the following:

  1. The tiredness, oh the tiredness! For once, you actually WANT to clean your house and get things ready, and yet your lack of energy makes getting off the sofa without help a feat in itself. Fail.
  2. So much to remember; antenatal appointments, daily Pregnacare , vaccinations, what NOT to eat, packing a hospital bag, and of course the antenatal book!! Where has my photographic memory gone? I used to scoff at the notion of ‘Baby brain’ but it’s the real deal people!
  3. Butter fingers and blurry eyes. So I thought I was losing my mind when I kept dropping my keys and almost tripping over nothing but nope, my new found clumsiness and overdue trip to Specsavers was thanks to my little bun! Super! Not like I have an incredibly precious bump to be mindful of or anything!
  4. And then there’s the war between bladder and baby. Yes, baby wins. Everytime. And to make it worse, your capacity to hold anything more than a drop of water decreases whilst your thirst increases. Exponentially. Can I have some water please?
  5. You can sleep all you want. Except that you can’t, hello insomnia, how are you doing? I can’t find a comfortable position because everything aches and my puppy has stolen my pregnancy pillow. Great.

Exhibit A – Westie pillow thief.

I’m sure there’s plenty more my baby brain has either kindly blocked out or stupidly forgotten. Either way, back up is needed to combat the above!

Arm yourself with the following:

  1. Family. I cannot stress this enough. They kept me sane when I was going insane, happy when I was down and rode the rollercoaster with me in the front seat. Without a seatbelt. Thanks for reminding me to take my vitamins, NOT to eat the Camembert and to drink water, constantly.
  2. Friends – new and old. When your mum says “in my day…(insert annoying but probably 100% right statement to do with pregnancy/nursery/work/anything at all)” and it literally drives you mad, you can always rely on your friends. Thanks for putting up with me and my nesting lists! You know who you are!
  3. Your bad ass self – you can do this. Believe it, even at your lowest point. As the best midwives in the world (who obviously work at Broomfield Hospital) would say, “your body is designed to do this”. It is a different pace of course, but you can do this, slowly. And buy a notepad, it helps!

N.B. Bad news for friends and family – the above applies for post baby too!