I quite often see blog posts and articles with headings about what you wish you had told your younger self. They invariably talk about how you shouldn’t worry, and how it will all be all right in the end. But what if it isn’t all right in the end? What if the thing you want…
Category: call the midwife
Thank God, they put the right one in
Most people’s birth stories seem to fall into one of the following categories: 1.) URRGGHH that was HORRIBLE. 2.) UURRGGHH that was HORRIBLE. There was blood everywhere. And stitches.* And it REALLY HURT. 3.) It was amazing. I was in a birthing pool. I had the intervention-free, drugless labour I always wanted. There was whalesong….
On the hunt for a Vivienne Westwood birthing dress
Today I am mostly panicking about: baby positions. That’s right, it turns out that there is an optimum position for Baby to be lying in for the most desirable, Call the Midwife-style, two pushes and they’re out form of childbirth which I am hoping to emulate. And this, despite my jubilation at being told at…
Stop Press: Wholesome New Me Turns Down Night Out in Walkabout
Yet again it is 9.30pm on a Saturday night and I am sprawled on the sofa at home, alone, looking up Wikipedia entries on little-known European royals of the eighteenth century through my ovulatory phase rather than-as we would all doubtless be doing-having passionate baby-making sex with someone really, really hot. Desperate text messages have…