But I wanted a baby

When I was a child, I played with dolls but I wanted my own baby. As a teenager, I babysat other people’s kids but I wanted my own baby. (I nearly had one. But I didn’t). When I was 25, I got married and wanted a baby. But he wasn’t ready, so we waited. I

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Just another manic mother

Look at me! Look at my babe! We’re wonderful, we’re fine! I’m chilled and coping and loving it – I’m relishing every moment. She’s a gem by day, an angel by night – she’s perfect in every way. She never cries, not really – (except when hungry, tired, cold, hot, scared, bored, windy, stuck, hurt).

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Get ya tits out for the…

Baby. Breasts are for babies, not lads. Lads may like them, but babies need them for nourishment. And yet our Western fetishising of boobs means that breastfeeding mums are stigmatised; they’re made to feel as if they’re doing something naughty. While pregnant with Joni (my firstborn, six-week-old baby) I was sat in a cafe. A

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