Blog 2017-05-22T08:56:01+00:00

A world of conflicted truth

The truth is my son is wonderful. It’s true our lives are good. It’s true I am lucky and blessed in so many ways. It is true he is precious and unique, loved and created. It’s true he fills our home with love and has taught us all how to be better humans. It is true that he is more healed [...]

Choice: Real or Myth (Part 2)

A couple of years ago, a student midwife tried to persuade me that choice in pregnancy meant being able to have a home birth. In my first blog Choice: Real or Myth, I reflected on how choice is a privilege afforded to women in the UK. Something that isn’t on offer for many others around the world. But it doesn’t end [...]

By | April 26th, 2017|Categories: Uncategorized|0 Comments

Choice: Real or Myth (Part 1)

Two years ago, I was sitting on my hospital bed alone, eight months pregnant. Unaware I would need an emergency c-section 3 hours later, I started thinking about choice and wrote this: 'It's the night before my third son will be born. Nearly four weeks before his due date and three weeks ahead of schedule. Once again, I'm on the [...]

By | April 20th, 2017|Categories: birth, choice, expectations, pregnancy, risk|0 Comments

Unanswered questions and different answers

When a child is diagnosed with a complex disability, a tidal wave of unanswered questions sweeps through life. As though, one minute you live in a town that you recognise, one you've lived in your whole life. It is a town with familiar faces, understandable street names and identifiable buildings. Then the next minute you've been teleported to a place where the landmarks are unfamiliar, the people [...]

By | April 10th, 2017|Categories: Uncategorized|0 Comments

Is it too much to ask, to not have to fight?

**WARNING IMAGINATION REQUIRED** Imagine me in a Miss World competition. Obviously to do this, you'd have to believe I've abandoned any feminist ideals, grown a foot in height, enhanced my breasts and shrunk my waist. But, bear with me... Should I ever be a contestant on Miss World and the MC asks me what would be my one wish, it probably wouldn't be 'World peace' or 'Eradicate hunger'. [...]

I’m not a Supermum…and that’s ok.

For about three seconds in 2005 (the year I became a mum) I thought I could be a SuperMum. It didn’t last long. Unfortunately, I spent a few years trying to pretend to be a Supermum. Every morning I donned my Lycra suit and tried to trick everyone into thinking I’m Superman. Having a son with severe disabilities meant my to-do list was [...]