"It's what?" I gasp down the telephone. "What did you just say Ben's got?" "Yes, it's salmonella, I'm afraid," repeats the doctor calmly. "But please don't worry - his own defences are coping very well. But there are a few things you have to do." And he reels off a list of instructions. Stunned, I put the … Continue reading It’s a Gut Feeling … what happened when baby Ben had salmonella
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In the Midnight Hour … Five More Fixes for Mending Broken Nights you really should try
Is your baby is a total night rebel? Some just are. I know. I had one. If so, don’t worry, and above all DON'T feel guilty. Remember – it’s normal. It’ll pass. Honestly. No, really. And until then, here are five more survival strategies to see you through ... Make it Easy … Continue reading In the Midnight Hour … Five More Fixes for Mending Broken Nights you really should try
In the Midnight Hour… Five Fixes for Broken Nights you really should try
“I didn’t realise it was going to be like this!” you mumble, heaving yourself blearily out of bed for the third time that night. Probably none of us did. We all get them; and we could all do without them. But broken nights are as much a fact of life for parents as dirty nappies … Continue reading In the Midnight Hour… Five Fixes for Broken Nights you really should try
Nursery Tales
I was, so I’m told, a very busy toddler. Before I was 18 months old, I’d eaten quite a lot of the stuffing from the mattress in my cot (followed by as much wallpaper as I could reach through the bars), managed to wedge my bedroom door shut while I was still inside (later … Continue reading Nursery Tales
(No) Thanks for the Memory
People have very short memories, don’t they? Perhaps it’s just as well. There’s probably no mother who hasn’t sworn (often quite forcefully) during labour that there’s no way she’s ever going through that again, only to find the whole shattering business fade into insignificance as, awash with feelgood hormones, she cradles her new arrival to … Continue reading (No) Thanks for the Memory
Breaking up is hard to do …
“You know, Mummy,” says six-year-old James as I tuck him in, “the reason I love holidays is because we’re all together.” “That’s lovely!” I smile, dropping a kiss on his forehead. His heart-warming wisdom stops me in my tracks and adjusts my priorities. But it also makes me feel slightly guilty. As I turn out … Continue reading Breaking up is hard to do …
