Between nappy changes, romper washes and midnight feeds, I haven’t found time to post. Little man is nine weeks today! We had our BCG Tuberculosis vaccine on Saturday, and we have our combined 8 week check up (somewhat late) this coming Wednesday. He didn’t shed a single tear at his jab – I’m a veryContinue reading “When Are You Keaving?”
Category Archives: Parenthood
I Met Him At a Rave
An illegal techno rave in an commandeered hotel. Commandeered by squatters – parties in the event rooms and bar, residence in the hotel rooms. My life wasn’t great at that time. I was definitely living a nomadic resistance, with a cash in hand ad hoc job. This pub was legendary. Two months later, I hadContinue reading “I Met Him At a Rave”
Free Doom Day
My angel is three weeks older today 👼🏾 I AM NOT VACCINATED I refused to be vaccinated during my pregnancy, just in case. I now, as a mother, am actively sorting that shit out. BECAUSE THE REST OF ENGLAND WILL BE SPREADING THEIR COUGHS AND SNEEZES AND DISEASES AS OF TODAY, POTENTIALLY COMPROMISING MY BABY.Continue reading “Free Doom Day”
Tonight Will Be Tough
0630 Feeding time 0715 Nappy changes 0730 Laundry : Round 1, last night’s load 0830 Breast Pumping 0900 Telephone meetings with various midwives and health visitors. 0930 Waiting for 0930 meeting 0945 Still waiting 1000 0930 meeting 1100 Laundry : Round 2, hand washing baby clothes 1200 – 1600 Packing for a trip I’m notContinue reading “Tonight Will Be Tough”
Virtual Health Visitor Visitation… eh?
So, after the “within 24 hours” midwife visit became a “one week later take baby to the hospital for heel prick test” instead, we have our first health visitor appointment today at 9:30am – via WhatsApp video call. Hmm. Not to say I want a potentially COVID ridden stranger traipsing through my parents apartment, claimingContinue reading “Virtual Health Visitor Visitation… eh?”
He Is Not The Father
But as he left, he grabbed my bump and kissed it, as if saying ‘Ciao’ to his own son. He’s not the father and he knows it. We split up after a massive fight. I didn’t go round to his. He didn’t call or text. For the best part of three months. Three weeks intoContinue reading “He Is Not The Father”
Motherhood: Incoming 