Three in a bed….and a cat

I often feel like a cat given the opportunity I will nap anywhere. Sydney my eldest son decided to set his alarm clock for 5.45am the other day, I got up, switched off the alarm. He rolled over went back … Continued

….still shattered

I collect Naoise from nursery, when I arrive he is drawing a picture of pirates on a boat, he rolls up the drawing and hands it to me as a gift, my face lights up with love. He has been … Continued

Shattered

Naoise slumbered as I got Sydney off to school. I noticed that Naoise had been picking his nose in his sleep and the end of one of his fingers was coating in blood. He wouldn’t wake, so I picked him … Continued

Notes on the end of breastfeeding

I never planned to feed Naosie for four years, I just sort of fell into breastfeeding over a long period, and its been a really positive experience for both me and my son. Its been really good just to let … Continued

Naoise Birth

Naoise Birth is a poem about the birth of my second son. It was a long, slow, and very painful labour, that was physically and mentally difficult. Physically difficult because I had a very large fibroid that had grown to the … Continued

New Labour

Today I came across a whole series of photograph’s of me, my son and my first partner. I often get reflective at this time of year as it will soon be his birthday. Twelve years has past since this group … Continued