When Baby was Born: 3 Tips to Help Recover from a C Section

An Emergency C Section Birth Story – 3 Tips for Caesarean Sections. C Sections are long and complicated topics – this is the start of my story. Lately, my C Section scar has been giving me grief. It’s not so much sore as it is irritating. I’m blaming the awkward humidity we’ve been having lately but really I’ve no idea what’s causing the gentle numbing tingling. More often than not though I forget that the scar is there. It healed well and I remember my obstetrician saying that she was very pleased with the four inch straight line as I lay on the operating table.

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A Little Night Time Reading – 5 Books for Toddlers 

A Little Night Time Reading – 5 Toddler Books. Admittedly, I am not the right person to talk about this since B is the one who reads books with A (and I’m the librarian  – go figure!) but B has been busy talking to Claire at The Pramshed for her blog series on The Partners Experience so I’m collating these five favorite toddler books myself… I’m sure I’ll have an updated version from B very shortly.

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Don’t Patronise Me

Don’t Patronise Me. To look at me you may put me somewhere in my mid 20’s. Or younger, if you dare. Don’t treat me like a kid because you think I look young. Treat me like I deserve to be treated. Recently, I was buying a set of garden shears in Argos and was asked for ID. Yup, identification please! I was unaware that you had to be over 18 to purchase such a weapon of garden destruction. Now to set the scene, I had my two year old running around me and I was clearly quoting from the Mommy Bible “Put that back”, “Don’t touch that”, “Give that back to the lady”, and “No, wait until we get home”. At which point I gave her my car keys to play with which allowed me one second to hand over my credit card to this Argos assistant who was staring at the console, back to me, to the console and back to me again. A whole minute passes and she says:

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3 Things I Got Over as a Parent

Do you have a messy house? I’m trying not to have a house of mess but mess wins most of the time. I am an “everything in its place” person. Every book, every cup, every pillow must be placed the same way every time. I put it down to my natural instinct as a graphic designer where every text box, line and graphic must be set to the exact measurement. But I’ve learnt, and I’ve learnt quickly, that there are a lot of exceptions to the rule. Order will not prevail in a house with even one child.

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The Blogging Best #1

A wonderful byproduct of blogging is reading other amazing stories, ideas and thoughts on blogs written by beautiful and fantastic writers. As a blogger you share your ideas, your stories and your feelings with an audience who may be unknown to you but who feel your words and connect with you. I’ll admit before I started blogging I did not consistently read other blogs. I would drop in here and there, never comment and rarely think about coming back unless Google redirected me back to them again. Gather round as I show you the Blogging Best for this week.

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The Grandparent Bond

The Grandparent Bond is strong, supportive, and beautiful to watch grow. I have an amazing relationship with my parents. I love and respect them to such an extent that I simply can’t put it in to words. I look up to them for everything and place them high on a pedestal whether they like it or not. When I say these things to them, my Mum would answer, “We’re not perfect”. But I think they are.

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Bamboozled by Blogging

I’ve been blogging a month now! One whole month! Whoop Whoop Holla, Yayy me! Enough hooting my own horn, let me tell you that this has been one big old steep hill of a learning curve… curve? Mountain, no, try, about to erupt volcano! Gigantic slippery glacier! Am I being dramatic? I don’t think so and I’m sure there are a hundred bloggers nodding their heads saying “Oh baby, yep you’re right.” But I’ve uncovered some blogging tips along the way which I’d like to share with you.

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Daddy’s Girl

A has B wrapped around her little finger. She is a Daddys Girl. She doesn’t know it. But she does. It’s been this way since she was born. B didn’t exactly prepare himself for fatherhood and was in a state of semi panic, semi disillusionment for the nine months before she was born. As soon as she appeared, B changed. In that split second he became a father, he became a Dad, a best friend, a comfort, a protector and a Prince to our little girl. He was the first to hold her, the first to feed her (she was born by Emergency Cesarean Section so I missed these firsts), he was beside her as we were brought to our room in the hospital, he held her as Momma Bear recuperated after surgery.

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