Silent Sunday 29.3.15
Mar29

Silent Sunday 29.3.15

 

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9/11 through a colicky haze
Sep11

9/11 through a colicky haze

On the anniversary of the destruction of the Twin Towers, a story from my eldest son’s early days… After finally getting my boy to feed read about that here we settled into some sort of chaotic, sleepless family life, as every family does with their firstborn. It was hard, but it was OK really. Until the day he turned two weeks. Which was also, coincidentally, the day my husband went back to work. My baby started to cry...

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Early days
Jun28

Early days

Continuing my memories of life as a new mum 11 years ago… I was wiped out from my ridiculously long labour and just wanted to sleep. But I had to try to feed my baby. And he wouldn’t latch on. The start of my son’s lifelong battle with food. I got up from my bed, which looked like a murder scene, and had a bath. I begged to be able to sleep. At 5am, as it was getting light, I was allowed down to the ward to sleep and...

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Birth of a big boy
Oct20

Birth of a big boy

When my boys were born I didn’t have a computer, so I recorded their birth stories on a Dictaphone, so I could type them up at a later date. Then I put the Dictaphone tapes in a box, er, somewhere. And they haven’t been seen since. And anyway, I probably couldn’t find a Dictaphone to play the damn tapes anyway. So in the absence of this tape, and in recognition of his birthday, this is what I remember of my younger...

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