• Toddler playing with dad in autumn leaves
    Parenting

    Being a Stay-at-Home Mum

    A few months ago, I made the massive decision to give up the job I loved to stay at home and look after Dylan. It took me so long to come to that decision as I’ve worked so hard to get to where I am but ultimately I just couldn’t see myself leaving Dylan in childcare for a minimum of three full days a week. Since handing in my notice I’ve definitely had some wobbles where I’ve wondered if I’ve done the right thing, but most of the time I do feel really lucky that I’m able to be a stay-at-home mum and look after him while he is still…

  • Baby sitting on a bench in a park
    Parenting

    Ten Minute Time Out

    Yesterday, Dylan was having one of those grizzly days. He was just getting over a cold and hadn’t been sleeping well for weeks. I was trying to pursuade him that a nap would be a brilliant idea before his swimming class but he was having none of it. I decided to leave half an hour early to see if he would drift off in the car. Don’t ask me why I thought this would be a good idea – he absolutely hates going in the car and pretty much always screams blue murder! Not surprisingly, he didn’t fall asleep and was not happy with me one bit. We gave up…

  • Baby playing piano
    Parenting

    Mum Guilt

    Does anyone else suffer from mum guilt? Since Dylan has arrived I find myself feeling guilty for the littlest of things like wanting half an hour to myself for a soak in the bath or hoping he will have a nap in his cot so that I can make a cup of coffee with two hands! Of course, there are the bigger things as well. I feel unbelievably guilty that I gave birth to him so early and wasn’t able to keep him safe for the whole 9 months that most babies get. I feel really angry that my body decided to make him come into the world before he…

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    Favourite Things

    Sometimes it feels as though I’ve got no time for myself any more but on those rare occasions that Dylan actually falls asleep in his cot or basket, instead of on me, I find myself missing him even when I am right there. This is one of those moments. I’m sitting next to Dylan as he sleeps peacefully, almost hoping that he will wake up and need a cuddle from me. It’s sad to think that one day he will be big enough that he no longer needs me to comfort him when he wakes up. Even though I rarely sleep in stretches longer than 4 hours any more, I…