Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Since the October diagnosis of Type 1 diabetes twin girl and I have both started to refer to her in a numeric form. This morning started with the following conversation; “What are you Molly?” Quick prick of the finger, a sucking of blood, a lick away of the excess red gloop and then a flashing number.…
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…
I’ve surprised myself, I have proven that I change over age and experience can alter opinion. I used to think breastfeeding a toddler was inherently wrong. Seven years ago when sitting by a pool on a sunny Spanish resort I watched with mouth agape when a woman not much older than I lifted her nine month daughter…
It’s the last day of the Christmas holidays, I don’t need a calendar to tell me, the clink of the recycling bin and the huge swell in the laundry basket is evidence enough. I send the big ones back to free childcare tomorrow and the little one to nursery. I feel a bit grieved. We have…
It was never going to be fun. But as the four of us, me, twin boy, twin girl and BB piled into my vintage, has its own tape deck, car I realised the extent of how unfun today’s excursion would be. “Mummy, while BB is in the hy-dro-ther-apy pool fixing her leg is it ok for…