Something I’ve learnt since becoming a mum to a sleeping baby, is that many of us in this awful ‘club’ find something that represents our baby to us. This is often a small token, like a teddy, or a poem, a piece of jewellery, or an image of something. Similar to the sayings “Robins appear… Continue reading Are you with us baby?
As I've spoken about numerous times, I suffer with Depression and Anxiety. I struggle almost daily with the hardship that comes with both. I am medicated, which has been one of the best decisions I have ever made. Before starting my tablets, I would suffer with daily panic attacks and struggle to function properly. Often… Continue reading Self care comes last.
Hi, it's me, Faye, the blogger that avoids blogging. I haven't written in ages, or at least I haven't published anything in ages, because everything I write I doubt.When I start writing a post, I just remind myself that the last time I was here I was telling you our sad news. I wrote quite… Continue reading Rainbows Follow Storms
Parker came into the world one month ago today. I feel exactly the same as I did a couple days ago; it really has gone so quickly. The hardest part about having a forever sleeping child is whether or not you call the day they were born, their birthday. By definition, the date they came… Continue reading Born a month ago.
I'm doing ok. I've busied myself today with organising and sorting out those cupboards in the house that I call the junk cupboards. Where they're like a Narnia, and everything gets chucked in them when you have a moment of "out of sight, out of mind." I've been collecting all of archers baby stuff and… Continue reading A month ago today.