Parent stories and expert advice / Alice
Blogposts by Alice
Breast feeding: it's not my favourite sport
We have clocked up three months of the intense sport of breast feeding and, in retrospect, we have fared quite well. Last time, by three months I was beginning to wean: I’d had five rounds of mastitis (with two more to come,) nipple thrush and a life spent eating, feeding and sleeping to keep the energy up to feed the twins had taken its toll...
It will only take five minutes ...
Daily life is riddled with 500 five-minute jobs, all required to survive the day and most, routinely boring ...
Plan to be unplanned
Day four was ‘go home day’ and feeling confident about our progress so far (milk in, happy feeder, happy sleeper and no mastitis). I was excited that my husband had taken the day off work to drive us home...
Released back into the wild
After four days, the holiday is over. With one mildly lumpy breast and a new baby, we are being released into our native environment to roam free like creatures of the wild once again...
Trying to avoid the (almost always) unavoidable
Despite the warnings signs and the advice to avoid, the train wreck still occurs! I saw it coming. It was frustration that bothered me the most as I drove Oliver to the hospital to get his head stitched.
Why don't they just listen?