Don't lie, you so sung that title then didn't you?! If not, why not? You uncultured swines... just kidding.Read More
Dear People of the tinternet... I posted this videoRead More
I watched Loose Women, I read the original article in the Daily Fail and I even kept up to date on the vast amount of comments it seems to have created, I found it all very sad.Read More
Sometimes in life you take a chance and walk through the door at the end of a route you wouldn’t usually take. When it closes behind you, you realise it’s leading you to a place that you weren’t expecting, one that you’d never even dreamed of before…. a place in which, once there, your life will never be the same again.Read More
The moment you find out you’re pregnant,
Is the moment that the unconditional love for that child begins.
The moment you receive a diagnosis,Read More
Sometimes I hear things in passing that I think 'actually you're wrong' but I feel like I can't correct it and find myself biting my lip to be polite because they 'mean well'...
This is mainly through misconceptions and ignorance (not nasty ignorance just general ignorance) and so until someone does say 'WELL ACTUALLY...' they will never learn and this will go round in circles.Read More
Yesterday, as I walked into the children's clinic, as I've done so many times before, I suddenly had an overwhelming feeling of emotion. I can't quite pin point that emotion, it was both happy and sad and as tears filled my eyes, I felt this huge smile growing upon my face.
I took Kyd to the John Radcliffe Hospital in Oxford this week for a long awaited appointment.
Only a week after his 11th birthday, Kyd has been told he's due to have surgery on his bowel in a couple of months time. He's having an ACE tube fitted. It is quite a complicated operation but it will stop the pain he has daily because of his lazy bowel and constipation. Eventually the bowel may heal itself and he can have a normal, healthy, active adulthood... HURRAH... it may not though and he may end up with a bag for life... and that isn't a shopping one.
The moment that you fall pregnant you have a dream.
You dream of what and who your little bean will grow into.
As that little bean grows, so do your hopes and your dreams as well as the question mark over what that little bean will be like as a big bean.
So just over 24hrs after Kyd was born, both me and his dad were met by my mum at the Peadiatric ward. I was petrified at what I was going to hear. I knew there was something, as my mums words had swilled around my head all night 'would it matter if there was?' I knew she wouldn't have said that if there wasn't anything wrongRead More