Walking into the hospital seven years ago, more so waddling and struggling with the idea that I was about to be induced into the labour of my first child, my mind was awash with so many questions. Questions that played over and over in a cycle stuck on repeat. I had no idea how to…
Read MoreIt was late last year, a little before the Christmas rush had started. All week I had been watching her. She spent most of her day sitting in the same spot, by the window, face sullen and still. Every day it was the same. The change was noticeable, stark even. It was if a light…
Read MorePregnancy and labour go hand in hand with old wives tales. But while we may be able to dispel old ways to predict the sex of the baby, or labour inducing home therapies, is there any truth to labour being easier the second time round? A common perception is that a woman’s body will know what…
Read MoreSometimes I wonder just how much control we have over our lives. The scientist in me calls to reason and logic and begs for control over almost everything in our lives, if not everything. But the dreamer in me believes otherwise. This year started with a new mantra. I started this year being open to…
Read MoreThe new school year is well and truly under way. The tears of first day and goodbye have been wiped away. The production line of school lunches is becoming streamlined and the mechanics of school drop off and pick up is sliding into auto mode. But before you can put your feet up to enjoy a quiet coffee, get…
Read MoreWhile Cupid draws his bow and strikes through hearts this Valentine’s Day, such a romance filled and heart-warming day should not be for adults alone. Valentine’s Day can be a great way for kids to show the ones they love just how much they care and an even better way to get into some crafty…
Read MoreLast year we fell into some pretty bad habits. One that grated against my nerve and my sanity the most was that every time we would go out we found ourselves drowning in the voices of two boys, in chorus, constantly asking for something. ‘Mum can I have this? Can I have that? A new…
Read MoreThe phone rings, it is Mum, “what are you doing tomorrow?” “Not much, why?” “Dad is making qassatat, want to come over?” “Absolutely!” It is one of the conversations that has always and will end the same. As long as my family is cooking then I will be there eating, indulging and spending those lazy…
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