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Whether you have wee ones or not – Christmas can be a stressful time. Or a magical time. Or some kind of magical stressful time. I have had a number of emails in the lead up to Christmas from new mums who are stressed and tired and really nervous about taking
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My arms are full of babies as I write this. We are feeling sick, have been for a few weeks now, so we are all in our big bed together - the boys are dozing in and out of foggy pamol-supported sleep. It's ground-hog day really - we
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I was asked if I'm going to write about Christmas. And hopefully I will. But this is not that post. If you're looking for heart-warming merry and bright stories of hope and joy turn away now. Abandon hope all ye who enter here. There will be
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Today was kind of a wonderful day. We had our Ballet is for Everyone Christmas party. Lots of kids and parents and volunteers and friends came, and it was beautiful. Ballet is for Everyone is a wee thing a friend and I and Twitter started that provides free ballet classes
Snark
Minutes of the The In-My-Day Committee 25 November, 2015 In attendance: Gladys who had seven children and didn't breastfeed any of them and they turned out fine, John who thinks mothers these days have no decorum, Prudence whose children slept through the night from birth, Doris who has
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Getting your baby to sleep is really quite simple. Subscribe to Emily Writes Weekly Tired signs Some people say look for tired signs but actually you should look for signs that they might be about to do tired signs. Before there are tired signs make sure you put your baby
The hard stuff
There's so much about motherhood that I find lonely. It's such a strange concept because you're almost never alone when you're a mother. You can't even shit without your little person handing you toilet paper. Showers have audiences. There'
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If our household had a motto it would be: qui super omnia amatur somnus. Above all else, sleep. Our coat of arms would be two pillows crossed over an unmade bed. We are a home of two adults who have a deep and abiding passion and love for sleep, a
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After the horrific ordeal that was my labour (one day I'll blog about it as a free virtual contraception to any readers still around to hear me complain) my wonderful midwife came over for our first check. She weighed baby and did the usual midwife type things and
Rants
I've had a few requests for a no-swears version of my original post. I want the post to be accessible to any sleep deprived mums so here's a censored version. My other posts (if I ever get around to writing another post - this was my
Rants
It was some time between midnight and 3am. I was dead asleep. I'd fed the littliest at midnight so it was after that, and it was before he woke up for a feed at 3am. This hardly matters, because that time of night is Hell unless you'