Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Dear expectant parents, or those of you with newborns, I am sorry, I am that annoying woman, the one who wants to act like they know better than the health visitor, the one who always has something to say. I act out of concern, out of wisdom, out of fifteen months of worry. For fifteen…
For over a week now my stomach has been gripped with anxiety and fear has been a constant companion. As someone who isn’t known particularly to fret it is a curious sensation to be on a knifes edge all day long, tottering near the prepice, unsure as to when and if the house of cards…
Hip Dysplasia has not beaten us. Time is a curious thing. This time a year ago I was filled to the brim with anxiety, I paced the hospital corridors biting my nails waiting for my one year old daughter to return from theatre with her legs bound in spica to correct Hip Dysplasia. A whole…
2am – Alarm rings like a strangled kitten, awake from sleep in a panic, drool slips from mouth edge and eyes show confusion. Remember I need to test diabetic twin girls bloods. 2.05am – Stumble through pitch black bungalow and locate eldest daughter in bed. Turn on fairy lights above her bed and narrowly avoid…