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My Miracle Baby

They call them miracle babies, the ones conceived after years of unexplained infertility. The couples who try and try and try and then one day, when they are least expecting it, when they have all but given up hope, something in the sky aligns, the timing is right and they are pregnant. There are also many babies conceived on the first attempt. Couples who did not have to endure months of trying, the two-week wait that feels like an age, or the disappointment when the line does not turn blue. Again. That was us. The Greek God(zilla) and I got pregnant with our son on the first attempt. I did not have to pee on a single ovulation stick, keep a fertility diary, or consider assisted conception. I did not really understand the struggle many other couples go through then. I had no idea of the feelings of frustration, anger, resentment, confusion and deep sadness that follows when it just doesn’t seem to work out. Until we started trying for number two. I think I assumed it would just …

Raising an Independent Boy

Boys. I live with two of them.  A big one and a big one in training. I will leave you to decide who is who. They exhaust, amaze and consume my heart, often all at the same time.  I spend my days tidying toys, books and magazines away.  I return socks and underpants to the laundry basket they were intended to reach.  I wipe surfaces clean. I help them both fasten tricky buttons and straighten shirts. I prepare home-cooked meals. I clear empty plates away. I unload and reload the dishwasher.  I put the toilet seat back down. I listen to fart jokes and pretend to find them funny.  I am third in line for the remote control, the shower and the sofa.  ALWAYS. When I went to NYC, I admit I was worried how they would cope without me.  Obviously, the Greek God(zilla) is perfectly capable; however he does not know the day-to-day routine as well as I do, whereas our son knows it a little too well! I need not have worried. Everything ran smoothly and they both had a …

No More Babies?

After my first miscarriage, I thought the only thing that would heal me would be to fall pregnant again. Then, I did fall pregnant again. But, the memory of miscarriage did not disappear. If anything, it only magnified. After my second miscarriage, I thought the only thing that would heal me would be to NOT fall pregnant again. We did not rule out the possibility of having a bigger family, but I needed some time to let my body recover. It was a relief to press pause on the monthly cycle of trying to get pregnant, the two-week wait to find out if we passed the pee-on-a-stick test. The heavy heart when we did not, the excitement when we did; and the dread that followed when I remembered that my last pregnancy miscarried and there was a 60% chance that this one would too. I enjoyed the freedom of not trying, not knowing, not caring. Weeks turned into months, months turned into a year, a year turned into almost two, and at some point along …

A Lovely Age

Sometimes, I wish I could freeze time.  Stop everything moving, stop us all growing older and just live in a moment for a little while longer. This summer was one of those times. I’ve never really had a whole summer with my son before.   He was born at the end of August, I returned to work the following August, and then for a couple of years we had a 2-week summer holiday together, but the rest of the time he was in nursery as the Greek God(zilla) and I both worked full-time. However, now that I have stepped off the hamster wheel, this summer he was all mine! I was excited for us to have so much time together, but part of me was a bit nervous about how I was going to entertain a 4-year old boy for 6 whole weeks. Would he be bored?  Would I be bored?  How would I get any work done? Before our week in Devon, I worried he would not enjoy playing on the beach for more than 10-minutes before complaining about …

The Reality of Working from Home during the Summer Holidays

I’ll just work from home in the mornings and do fun stuff in the afternoons, I thought to myself when I decided not to take August off. My job is so flexible, it won’t be stressful at all!  I added. I can hear you seasoned summer school holiday-ers laughing all the way from here. It started so well.  I would set my alarm early and get straight to the business of writing, editing and scheduling posts and tweets for various clients.  By 10.30am I was free to go about my day and keep an eye on things remotely.  At the end of the day, I’d respond to emails and messages while making dinner, or when the Greek God(zilla) took our son up for a bath. Then two things happened: We went to Devon The Greek God(zilla) started working a later shift There is no internet at my parents holiday cottage in Devon, which is where we were staying.  But, as the house is positioned in a wi-fi hotspot, I purchased a week’s worth of access.  However, the hotspot only lived up to …