The day I missed a miscarriage…
It was 2009, it was a Friday, the weather was unremarkable, neither hot nor cold with no wind to blow the petals off the roses in the garden.
I was almost thirteen weeks pregnant with my third baby, I had turned a corner and left the exhaustion, the nausea and the love affair with my toilet bowl behind in the first trimester.
Logically I shouldn’t be worried about tomorrow; my rational mind tells me BB is not in any danger and is in the best possible place. I also know quite clearly …
Chaos, with a bit of excitement thrown in, mixed up with a spoonful of hyperactivity and you get twin boy’s mood at school pick up today. Hard enough to handle …
Beautiful baby and I are on day release, we can leave the hospital during the day and can wander around berkshire freely but as the sky turns dusky and bb’s …
I have discovered a new diet. Its called the ‘H plan’, it really works although some consider it extreme. Basically you need to have a child in hospital, the nauseating …