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On Not Looking Perfect As A Brand New Mum

When the Duchess of Cambridge stepped out of the Lindo Wing of St Mary’s hospital yesterday afternoon it wasn’t just the baby the world was interested in seeing. Let’s be honest, a newborn baby is a newborn baby; most of them look quite similar, a bit like grumpy old men.
The world was interested in seeing what the Duchess of Cambridge looked like.


Mummy Love: It’s Complicated

When I was pregnant for the first time I wasn’t sure of much. I was completely confused at what childbirth would be like, I didn’t know if I would breast or bottle feed, or even if I wanted to be a stay at home mum or not. But there was thing I was sure of: the love I would feel for them in that hospital room.


An Instagram Birth Story

The very last pregnancy photo / trying to relax with Balamory
In my naive, blissed-out natural birth-planning state, labour was to go one way, and one way only. The labour niggles would begin, I’d take a paracetamol and get some sleep, take a bath, strap on my TENS machine if it all got a bit much and head into hospital.


He’s Here!

Huxley William Harold arrived yesterday, the 16th May, at 3.04pm. He was born via semi-emergency caesarian after four loooong days of contractions, a worrying period of decreased movements, heartbeat decelerations and a lot of monitoring. It’s been a long week.


A Birth Story

Don’t worry – I haven’t secretly given birth over the weekend (though the contractions I’ve been having since I overdid it on the wedding dancefloor on Saturday night have been something else). As we’ve been making plans for this next birth I’ve enjoyed reminiscing about the experience I had with  Elfie.


The C-Section Debate: Should We Choose?

Before I got pregnant I had thought a lot about giving birth. It’s difficult not to; if you want kids like I always knew I did they have to make their way from your belly and into the outside world somehow. And as scared as I am of pain (I weep at threading appointments, actually weep) a Caesarian section never entered my thoughts.

Elfie Pregnancy

Happy Birthday, Elfie!

This post originally appeared in my old blog, www.the-alice.co.uk
When I first found out I was pregnant and started writing my blog, the ‘Birth Story’ post was the one I was looking forward to writing the most. I imagined it would involve a birthing pool, a bit of hypnobirthing and if I’m honest a good old measure of pain relief.


Baby Elfie

Baby Elfreda Daphne H (named after two of her Great-Grandmothers) was born on July 7th at 1.35pm weighing 6lbs 14oz. We had a couple of sleepless nights in hospital as she decided she was so good at breastfeeding she wanted to do that instead of sleep and she HATED the hospital crib. We came home at 5pm yesterday and she’s been very relaxed ever since – feeding and snoozing.