Post-natal PTSD… and me

Post-natal PTSD… and me

For me, the initials 'PTSD' conjure up mental images of injured servicemen and older people who have been through vastly traumatic historical experiences needing help to work through them mentally at a later date. I'm neither of those things, so somehow I'd never expected to be diagnosed with it myself. Yet, here we are, and I've just finished my first (and hey, hopefully only, right?) course of...

The Dark Art of Giving Advice

The Dark Art of Giving Advice

"Well, we always did it like that... and my kids turned out OK" The second you tell people you’re pregnant, or have a visible baby bump, it seems like everyone loves to give you advice on pregnancy and parenting; often unsolicited.  My finding out that I was pregnant so late meant that I was pretty open-minded to any advice shared with me – after all, I knew nothing about babies and felt...

“Oh, that’s not my waters. It’ll just be wee.”

“Oh, that’s not my waters. It’ll just be wee.”

 I don’t know why, given the unusual circumstances around my pregnancy, I had assumed that giving birth to my baby would be straight-forward. My life just doesn’t seem to work like that. Thankfully, I can report back now that I found giving birth the most empowering and important experience of my life, and I still carry a huge sense of achievement for having managed it. It wasn’t as...