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.
Twenty hours of labour with a 10lb 3oz baby the wrong way round and clearly stuck with just a Paracetamol for pain relief? No problem. You want to inject local anesthetic several times just a millimetre from my eye? I won't even flinch. A painless MRI scan? I'll hyperventilate and then cry like you've just told… Continue reading January 2016 – where my wussiness reaches new levels.
I'd never had a problem with enclosed spaces before "the incident". It was one of the hottest days of the year and we'd just picked my parents up from the train station when I remembered we needed to get a few bits for lunch. As I was heavily pregnant, my husband said he would pop… Continue reading Claustrophobia in pregnancy – er, when does it end?