I love this baby girl. Last week, I noticed a woman putting her little baby into the car and as she transferred him from pram to carseat, she paused to kiss him. It was almost an absentminded gesture and one that was so familiar to me. I simply can not hold my baby – in […]
One little girl. A mother's full heart. I went out to dinner tonight. Something I never do. Bren was at home with the kids. With Harlow. At 9:00pm I checked my phone. No messages. I put it back in my bag and didn't check it again for another 50 minutes. It was in […]
24 whole weeks (and one day). I wonder for how long I can write these posts? 50 Little Weeks? 100? I don't want to bore you with details of her every move. But I like sharing how she grows. The way her little face has changed, the growing curiosity that lights up those eyes, the determined set of her sweet […]
Love, love, love, love. I mentioned the boys have been a little…challenging…this school holidays (note: we are currently on Day 2 of said holidays). And yet, inbetween the screaming (me) and the crying (also me), is Harlow, the baby sent directly from heaven. It's not because she sleeps right through the night (no, that […]
It was just after 7am when he broke in and raped my mother. She was just newly separated after 22 years of marriage. Alone for the first time in the longest time. She was still in her dressing gown. I was fifteen years old at the time. Away at boarding school. Otherwise I […]
I can't lie; having a daughter is AWESOME. Oh, it's awesome. It's pretty and pink and awesome, awesome, awesome. After dropping the ball recently, I am happy to say that I have stepped up my game and am making sure Harlow has tummy time every day. And I think she is right on […]
So often, she will lie in her rocker, quietly inspecting her hands, chewing on her blanket or watching her brothers running mad circles around her. When, finally, she manages to catch my eye, her arms and legs come to life, little scissors of excitement, her face blooming into that incredible smile. The reality is that […]
Exactly four months ago today she was born. And as it goes with babies, this feels like both yesterday and forever ago. In the chaos of family life, time has stolen away my newborn. Time is unkind, not least of all because of things I can never seem to fit within it's rigid framework. […]
