When I was little, there was one person in the whole world who had the ability to send me into a rage. She was about 3 and a half foot, had a wonky fringe and very much enjoyed doing handstands in front of the TV – while it was being watched. She also liked to steal diaries and do loud kissy noises when any boys were around.
Meet my sister, circa 1992.
There are nearly four years between my sister and I. So I was firmly used to being Number One Diva in the house by the time she arrived. To soften the blow, I was given a pair of roller skates and a pair of tap shoes the day my sister was born. Apparently she was a wonder child, who miraculously exited the womb to pop to the shops and find presents worthy of buttering up an older sister. Of course I was won over the instant I saw her – those were some very special tap shoes.
6.43 am, 27th June 2010: the moment my life changed forever.
You are tiny, little Frog. Purple, you don’t even look human really. Your little feet are all crooked from where they’ve been scrunched up inside me so long. Your little hands make angry fists. Continue reading
This time a year ago I went into labour.
Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be one of those posts where I regale you with the gory details of Frog’s birth. I’m saving that for another day. No, what I really wanted to do was offer a word of advice to expectant fathers out there – or any other prospective birth partners.
You see, the (self-proclaimed) Northern Love Machine shot into fatherhood with a bit of a bang – an “explosion” if you will. Continue reading
Exactly a year ago, I was 6 days away from giving birth to Frog.
I spent hours walking up and down the stairs, hoovering and then bouncing up and down on a birthing ball. Hours. I was pretty fed up with being pregnant. Continue reading
I’ve been a bit of a soppy fool lately.
As Frog hurtles closer and closer to her first birthday, I can’t stop looking back. I can so clearly see what I was doing this time last year. I was huge, swollen, fed up.
And then she was born and that was it. Life had begun.
The weekend after Frog made an appearance, her Northern grandparents came to visit. It was a special weekend, as my mum, dad and sister all joined in too. We had a barbecue and I stuffed my face, making the most of the “extra calories” I needed for breastfeeding. Continue reading
It’s a big day.
No, scrap that – it’s a HUGE day. Because today sees the launch of Maternity Matters, the brainchild of Susanne at Ghostwriter Mummy and Jayne at Mum’s the Word.
I won’t go into too much detail, as I know you’re probably heading over there to take a look right now.
As part of the launch, I’m linking up to the Maternity Matters Meme over at The Life and Times of a Domestic Anarchist, to promote this great new site. We’re asked to link up a post we’ve already written about being a parent.
I’ve chosen my Rod Off post. Which one will you choose?