AFTER wasting the best part of two and a half years trying sleep techniques, following advice and reading all the Get Your Baby To Sleep If You Can Stay Awake Long Enough To Read Another Boring Book on Getting Babies To Sleep books, I HAVE HAD ENOUGH. Continue reading
Babies who do not sleep
HOW TO LOSE FRIENDS AND IRRITATE PEOPLE (WHEN YOU HAVE BABIES)
WHEN you first have a baby your friends are great. They come to see you with bucket loads of cuddly toys and coo over your bundle of joy. They will offer to babysit ‘whenever you need a break’ and refer to themselves as Aunty/Uncle….
Enjoy this for about three weeks.
Then the honeymoon is well and truly over. Continue reading
How NOT To Do A JK Rowling…
I recently read that JK Rowling wrote the first Harry Potter book in a café while her baby slept next to her in a pram.
Well, I have a baby and a pram. I could do it too…couldn’t I? Continue reading
CONFESSIONS OF A TIRED MOTHER
I have a confession to make.
I secretly hate parents of babies who sleep through the night.
Ok, maybe hate is a bit of a strong word. I don’t actually hate them; it is more that sometimes I want to punch them in the face. I am aware this is wrong and I apologise to all my friends with sleepy babies.
It is simply a result of exhausted irritation and just plain jealousy. Continue reading
WHY NOTHING IS WHAT YOU EXPECTED WHEN YOU WERE EXPECTING (BECAUSE EVERYBODY LIES)
WHY is it when you have a baby everyone starts lying to you?
Some lie to make you feel better (health visitors, netmums, well-meaning friends) and some lie to make you feel worse (health visitors, netmums, not so well-meaning friends).
Of course, I only found this out two babies later. From the moment I arrived home with my first born I made the mistake of believing that everything people told me about babies was TRUE! Continue reading
HOW NOT TO WAKE A BABY…
I REMEMBER when waking up on a Saturday morning with a headache and sick in my hair used to mean I’d had a good night out…
But those days are gone.
Life with our firstborn meant that instead of a trip to the pub on a Friday night my husband and I would spend half the evening trying to get our baby to sleep and the other half doing nothing. And I mean literally NOTHING. Continue reading

