Like any mother, I love my kids to bits. And there it is. The reality. That I have two kids now. Definitely not the same as having one kid. And after five and a half years of having (just) one, it’s safe to assume that I have no idea what I’m doing.
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I still remember the moment my doctor told me I could have a VBAC if I wanted to. He caught me off guard. I had never considered the possibility let alone dare to dream of such a thing. Yet here I am, months later, typing this story and having achieved a beautiful natural birth.
Yay for Friday! What have you got planned for the weekend? We’re planning on driving up to the mountains for a day trip. And I’m looking forward to visiting a new restaurant in Nicosia where one of my brothers works as a chef.
Georgie suffers from eczema. Since he was a baby, dry, flaky, sensitive and itchy skin is something he has had to live with. It’s torture at the worst of times and bearable at the best. But a few weeks ago he went through a nightmare. One that was brought to a standstill the moment he stepped foot in a warm bath of oats and coconut oil.
James turned four months old this weekend. Which means that for the past four months my hair has been in a topknot and I’ve been blogging from my bed. And I couldn’t be happier.