What does your ideal birth look like?

"What does your ideal birth look like?"

My lovely midwife smiles at me from across the room, waiting for an answer.

I imagine other moms answering with details of birth pools and soft lighting, hypnosis and reflexology.

My mind, however, is blank.

You see, there are two words in that particular sentence, which don't quite seem to fit together in my brain...



Leaping into Cloth

Me: “I want to try cloth.

Husband: Blank expression.

Me: “Cloth, I want to try it.

Husband: Totally blank.

Me: “Nappies.  Diapers.  Pee-catchers.  I want to try cloth.

Husband: Nearly drowns as he chokes on his coffee.

Just A Baby Having Lunch

Yesterday, when I took a bite out of my apple at the park, nobody stopped to notice.

I was hungry, so I ate.  And the world didn't stop turning.

Similarly, the last time I walked through my town's busy market square, I didn't stop to consider the different foods that were being consumed by those around me.  Nor did I pay any attention to the way in which people were eating...sitting down, standing up, off a plate at a cafe, or out of a wrapper...it didn't exactly score highly on my list of priorities.

And yet when our babies stop to feed, the naysayers takes note.

We Need To Talk About Birth Trauma

A fit and healthy 25 year old woman with a clean medical record lies on a hospital bed.

A team of doctors and nurses work diligently to keep her alive.

Two nurses repeatedly try to get IV lines into the veins in her arms, which have collapsed from the severity of the blood loss.

A consultant attempts to stop the bleed via bimanual compression of the uterus.  There is no time for anything other than emergency protocol.

Drugs are administered via needles and an oxygen mask covers her face.  The sound of the emergency call bell rings loud and clear, amidst voices reeling off stats and equipment requests.

For the patient, the pain is unbearable as she drifts in and out of consciousness.

Once she is stabilised, the overall blood loss is calculated.  She has lost half of her overall blood volume; without notice and in the space of just a couple of minutes.  Her heart rate is twice what it should be and her haemoglobin level is halved.  She is breathless, dizzy and in shock.  The pain is still searing.

Once the imminent threat of death has passed, the team set to work on updating hospital notes.  A nurse hovers and beams at the new mother:


The word rings out into a hollow space.  A celebration amidst desolation.

Hours later, in the dead of night and in the room marked "Recovery", the woman turns her head to look at her newborn baby, sleeping beside her in the hospital cot.  She doesn't reach for her, or stroke her face.  She knows she doesn't have the strength.  Instead, she waits.  In shock.  Until the world wakes up and help comes.

Surely, help must be coming.

Soon enough, they wheel her out of "Recovery" and instead, to the maternity ward.  It seems that she has used up her allocated allowance of recovery time...

The doctors and nurses who come to check the baby are smiling.  They make jokes about how she took her time, about how pudgy her cheeks are, about how much she looks like mum.


The word echoes; it bounces off white hospital walls into emptiness, into nothing.


7 Reasons Moms are Babywearing (from Supermodels to the Mom-Next-Door)

When my little girl was a few months old, she would only sleep in her sling.  She needed the sense of familiarity that being so close to her mommy provided; to hear my heartbeat, to feel the warmth of my skin and to relax to the rhythmical movements of real life.

When wrapped against me, she would settle with the gentlest of rocking, a little swaying or even just a potter around the house.  And so, in a plain brown wrap, she nestled into my chest.  For us, this practise was simply a nameless necessity.  Back then, I didn’t even know that babywearing was a ‘thing’.

Now, 5 years later and ahead of the arrival of my second baby, I have more than maternal intuition alone convincing me to continue along this well-trodden pathway of carrying our little ones.  And I’m not alone, since the babywearing industry has more than quadrupled in that timeframe.  Each and every month, more and more wraps, slings and carriers are launched into this competitive market, many of which selling out within minutes.

And far from simple block brown stretch fabric, the sheer luxury of materials and designs now available wouldn't seem out of place splashed across the pages of Vogue.  In fact, high-end slings such as Artipoppe have actually already graced those elusive pages, wrapped around the babies of supermodels...it seems that slings are just as much a fashion statement as they are a practical component of our parenting toolkits.

Source: @elite_amsterdam, Twitter

The Night Before Kindy

‘Twas the night before Kindy, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The bag was hung, by the door on a hook,
Packed full of pencils and a sprinkling of luck.

The little one nestled, snug in her bed,
While visions of recess danced in her head.

And while she was sleeping, my busy mind raced,
This mama’s thoughts were all over the place.

The Lalabu Giveaway!

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