Here’s a frightening fact, suicide is the leading direct cause of death for mums within the first year after their child is born, a recent report showed.
One in seven of the women who died during pregnancy or up to a year after giving birth killed themselves, according to data compiled by MBRRACE-UK.
Which is why – this Mental Health Awareness Week – I’m so excited about Lobella Loves’ Notes of Hope campaign.
The new online destination for the most beautiful baby and toddler brands has teamed up with Cocoon Family Support, a charity supporting families suffering from pre and postnatal mental health issues. Continue reading
A long time coming: Our little Sonny Jim
Two years ago, much of May was spent fretting about having a bit of an awkward conversation with my boss.
After almost a decade of trying for a baby, my husband and I were about to have IVF.
Six rounds of clomid and three rounds of IUI – despite there being nothing medically wrong with either of us – still hadn’t resulted in a baby, so we had finally been referred to Barts, St Bartholomew’s Hospital in London.
We were lucky. This was before the cut backs the NHS is now suffering. We were entitled to up to three rounds of IVF on the NHS. We didn’t have to face decisions like donating my eggs to fund our own fertility treatment. We just had to think about us. Continue reading
You probably won’t remember me. Though I’m sure there’s no such thing as a typical birth, my little boy’s was happily uneventful in the medical sense. There was no real drama. He was safely delivered just as your shift was ending, after a fairly long labour. He was healthy. And I was well. There was and is no real reason for you to remember me.
But we will never forget you.
Larissa. I’m sorry, I can’t remember your surname. It’s on the record of Sonny Jim’s birth, along with his weight and time he was born. That record is tucked away in a little memory box in his bedroom.
But anyway. Larissa. I first met you when you came on shift that morning. I’d already been in hospital for a few hours. I was, if I’m honest, just starting to get a bit panicked by all this giving birth malarkey. I was in pain. I felt out of control. I wasn’t sure I could actually do it anymore. Continue reading
Toddler life: Someone always ends up in their pants…
The other night, I was stood in the nursery at 1am trying to get Sonny Jim back into his cot without him waking up.
As I oh-so-gently tried to slide my arm from underneath his back I heard a group of drunkenly happy people chatting loudly as they wandered along our road.
I couldn’t help but smile somewhat ruefully at how times have changed (while inwardly praying they didn’t wake Sonny Jim.) But it got me thinking how actually, there’s a few similarities between those drunken nights out and life with a toddler…
You’re up all night. You know you’ll be tired the next day, but what can you do? Continue reading
Napercise classes? My kind of workout!
David Lloyd Clubs is set to become the first UK fitness brand to offer group napping classes – scientifically designed to reinvigorate the mind, improve moods and even burn the odd calorie.
“Napercise” is launching in the wake of research revealing a “tiredness epidemic” across the UK, with 86 per cent of parents admitting to suffer from fatigue (er, yes that’s me) and 26 per cent regularly getting less than 5 hours sleep a night (oh that’ll be me again.)
19 per cent of tired parents admit to having had a kip at work (only not me because I’m a WFH mum), 11 per cent have found themselves drifting off while driving (I don’t really drive – thankfully!) and 5 per cent have forgotten to pick up their child from school due to their tiredness (oh hello me in three years time!)
So in a bid to combat this, David Lloyd Clubs is launching “Napercise” – a new type of wellbeing class for exhausted parents that consists of nothing but climbing into a bed and having a sleep. Continue reading
Inspiring stuff: Just some of the cards belonging to #CWC business women
We’ve all heard the saying, it’s not what you know, it’s who you know.
And with the business world being a male dominated arena for decades, sometimes building a network can feel like trying to convince the older kids at school to let you play.
It should come as no surprise then, that south Essex business women are setting up their own groups and support systems.
Forget the Masons, with their stuffy ways and somewhat odd customs. For 21st century women here in Leigh it’s all about connecting over cocktails. Continue reading
Shaken not stirred: I try my hand at making Blank Canvas
I confess, I don’t get out much. Since Sonny Jim’s arrival you can usually find me in my PJs by 8pm.
So when I *do* go out, I need that night to be a good ‘un. Happily, the newest bar in Southend more than delivered.
I was invited to Revolution Southend’s preview night – ahead of its launch night tonight.
My BFF and I got a peek around the bar and (heated) roof terrace, I tried my hand at making my own cocktail (thanks Barney!) and got to grips with a scrumptious burger.
With the town’s nightclub scene rather dying out, following the closures in recent years of some big name venues (yes Churchills and Element I’m looking at you) cocktail bars/restaurants are starting to fill the void. Continue reading