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
It looks like the love affair is over.
My boob-loving daughter has, after a few false starts, entirely given up the boob. I know, I know. Get a grip and all that.
The thing is, this hasn’t exactly been out of the blue. First of all I whinged on about feeling rejected when she seemed to hate the boobs (it was the teeth – her teeth, I mean, not teeth on my boobs. That would just be weird). Then I moaned when she was all about the breastfeeding again. I wanted to wear pretty dresses and under-wired bras, see. Continue reading
One month today, I won’t have a baby anymore.
One month today, my baby will be a little girl. A one-year-old. Big. Not a baby.
Every moment I look at her she’s changed – a new laugh, new scream, new babble. Continue reading