Finding the real me again – feeling the fear and doing it anyway.

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.

January 2016 – where my wussiness reaches new levels.

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.