Baby

  • Small Ball

    Here I am again with nothing to say. How often have I done this, since the birth of my blog? How often have I just been here because being anywhere else hasn’t seemed like an option? Many a time. I… Continue reading

  • The Moment Divine

    A brief note before my story begins. A note to the mothers, a note to the fathers. To those who have birthed live children, and those whose young ones were taken too soon. This story— my story, our story—may be… Continue reading

  • Imagine

    Sometimes, I wonder if I can still write. Not just write, as in, write any old words. I mean, I sometimes wonder if I can still write fiction that peels my skin from the bone. Words I read back after… Continue reading

  • Fairy Lights

    I sang about fairy lights as we drove. I remember. My tiny head bobbling about in the back seat while Mum drove us through the darkness to her weekly game of basketball. ‘I love your beautiful songs, Brooke.’ It was… Continue reading

  • And Then The World Changed

    It’s funny, isn’t it. How we zone in on the things that happen in life that signal an ending of something and the beginning of something else. They roll on in, these momentous happenings, and soon they pass: although we… Continue reading

  • Waiting For Baby Again

    Eight years ago it was, when I sat on the couch, a day before my 30th birthday, suspecting today might be the day I’d meet my very first baby. There was a muslei bar involved. Four AM insomnia. And I… Continue reading

  • Peace and Drama

    The sky is marble grey and it is raining. It is so very lovely. Peaceful if I were to give it a word. And here I am, relaxing my way through another afternoon of life in the 35th week of… Continue reading

  • 100 Years Pregnant

    I love being pregnant. I love the way it looks, I love the way it feels. I love it. Love it. Love it. But. I do feel like I’ve run a marathon and a half. At the end of the… Continue reading

  • False Labour And Celebratory Chocolate

    I’ve just eaten some celebratory chocolate. This chocolate (and as you all know, I’m quite partial to a piece or four on any regular day) was very much celebrated if only for the fact that it meant I was home… Continue reading

  • Waiting For Baby

    It’s a beautiful time, for me. I’m seven weeks away from meeting my sweet little baby number three, and nesting has well and truly begun. Life has been busy and forceful, if I look at it carefully and agree with… Continue reading