[I am sharing a blog post in lieu of a video, as a part of my paid retainer with Channel Mum.] It’s the middle of the night. Kirsty is asleep and so are the children. The sky is dark and the moon is very full, a swollen thing. I pause in my writing and let my finger trace the glass; I feel as though I could touch it, as though I could cup it in my palm. But of course I cannot. I am struck by the realisation that I am sharing this moon, that the woman on the other side of this message could look out of her own window to see the exact same thing. I want to tell her this, to look out at the moon and to know that she is among friends. But that would be an odd thing to say to a stranger so… View Post

[I am pleased to announce that I am one of Avent’s Virtual Mummy Mentors!  This post was written as part of my paid brand ambassadorship with Philips Avent and contains content about items that have been gifted to me for an honest review.] One of my favourite ways to bond with Baby Vita is by feeding her. There is something blissful about those somnolent middle-of-the-night snuggles, about dozing in bed in the morning with a baby on my breast and a plate of rapidly-cooling toast on my pillow, about watching my children play whilst a little girl looks up at me with her big blue eyes. And it’s the same for my partner, Kirsty, too; when I am in the office she dances that little girl about the kitchen with a warmed bottle tucked beneath her chin, she soothes her to sleep just as I do with softly-spoken words and… View Post

[This post was written as part of my paid brand ambassadorship with Philips Avent and contains content about items that have been gifted to me for an honest review.  I’m so pleased to announce that I am one of Avent’s Virtual Mummy Mentors!] When my daughter, Vita, was born last November I knew two things: 1. that I wanted to breastfeed 2. that I needed to be able to return to work when Vita was two weeks old (When I mention my decision to return to work so swiftly after giving birth, people are always shocked. So let me take a moment to mention now that my babies are left in the arms of their loving mother, my partner Kirsty, who is the SAHM in our family. They don’t suffer a bit. And let me mention also that although I’m not coerced back to work and my employers are extremely… View Post

[This content was produced in collaboration with Center Parcs, as a part of their #thisisfamily campaign.  In lieu of payment we have accepted a short break.] It is the middle of the night. Again. The world is almost silent, punctuated by the baby’s soft suckling noises and the rhythmic purr of the breastpump. These quiet two-am feeds are my favourite, a rare opportunity to focus my attention solely on the baby, but tonight I am distracted, I am working again. The iPhone in my hand emits a soft glow, illuminating my daughter’s face. She is such a little thing, her cheek against my breast, her face peaceful. Beside me, my partner is sleeping. Her hair is a dark sprawl across my pillow. Were my hands not full, I would play with it – I like to be touching her, always, when we are together. It makes people laugh. But I… View Post

[This content was produced in collaboration with Center Parcs, as a part of their #thisisfamily campaign.  In lieu of payment we have accepted a short break.] My biggest adventure was having you. All my life, I wanted you. I wanted you fiercely, bloodily; I wanted you so desperately that I was afraid to voice my longing for you, in case somebody heard it and took you away. Even now, I can write you a love letter but I choke aloud on the words that I could say about you; how much I miss you, when I am here in the house with you only when you sleep. I have built a life that is rich and plentiful. There are friends: friends with whom once I shared a desk and rehearsed lines for plays, who know what I was like fifteen years ago and marvel that I am still alive; friends… View Post