Freya went to a fourth birthday party at the weekend - the first one she's really been old enough to take part in. The excitement had been mounting for weeks, even though she's not really sure what a party involves (apart from cake). It doesn't matter, she thrives on new places or experiences. Nothing phases her. … Continue reading Finding the real me again – feeling the fear and doing it anyway.
I wrote this the week before Freya's third birthday but didn't post it. I held back partly because I didn't want to cast a shadow over her celebrations but mostly because I was worried it might seem like I didn't realise how lucky I was to give birth in a safe place to a healthy baby, which couldn't be … Continue reading Giving birth – was it the best experience I could have hoped for?
"I love you, always be my best friend?" Freya said out of the blue the other night. She climbed on to my lap, put her hands on either side of my face and looked into my eyes. We had been snuggled on the sofa in the pre-bedtime wind-down, the blinds were drawn, the room cosily … Continue reading And there it was, love.