I reached out frantically for the baby. But every time I almost touched him, the baby disappeared under the blankets. I panicked as the baby was lost, and suffocating. It happened again and again. There was more than one baby. They were strange babies, distorted and not quite right. I knew they weren’t real, but I was sure I could touch the babies and blankets.
It was a hallucination. I was scared, although all the time I was aware that my real beautiful lovely baby was safe with his daddy in the bedroom.
This real lovely alive baby was a…
Hello. I am Marianne. I live in Edinburgh in Scotland in a small flat with my partner and toddler.
When I was a little girl I loved reading and used to dream of being an author. I lost my confidence as a teen and stopped writing. For a few years, I’ve written through the website Hubpages and make some regular spending money that way. I knew about Medium for a while, but always thought I don’t have enough to say. …
The other day we were in the supermarket. My two-year-old and I explored the toy section. Daddy could get the food we came for.
The supermarket sold loads of toys. My son pointed with excitement: “fire engine, car, nee naw, monster tucks”. My son has hundreds of toy vehicles so no chance was I buying him anything. We were just looking.
However, then he found the toy baby dolls and pointed the “babies” out to me with enthusiasm I paused. He doesn’t have a doll. Should I get him one?
The truth is if he was my daughter and not…
I am trying to write things here. I am trying to do my full-time job. I am trying to write things on this other website where I write. My head is whirling with everything I need to do. All the work I meant to do today but haven’t.
I am trying to have a rest because it’s too much. I have a toddler tugging at me. “Mummy mummy, come here, come down”.
I try to fill in some paperwork. My toddler takes the pen and scribbles on it. Then he picks it up and puts it on the coffee table…
I just saw a wooden toy tree for sale and I want it. It costs £81.67 including tax and postage from Romania. It’s handmade and beautiful.
It’s not for my son. It’s for me.
During the pandemic, I’ve developed an online shopping habit.
I am especially attracted to wooden animals like in the photo above. I have a small collection of them now. A tree would go well with them. They need a habitat.
Cloth nappies led me to Scandinavian brands that make beautiful ethical children’s clothing. Then I found small independent retailers who sell these clothing brands, that also…
A while ago I wrote about my experience and anger at being told that breastfeeding my baby in public was “disgusting”.
Someone commented and told me that my attitude was “entitled”, and that I’m not special. I’ve been stewing on this comment ever since, especially the idea of entitlement.
You know what? Yes — I am entitled. Being entitled is a bad thing when it comes from a feeling of superiority, or being better than someone. However, I think that some level of entitlement can be justified.
In this case, my entitlement was my belief that I have the right…
I wonder what my old history teacher thinks of the modern world: smartphones, emails, and constant connectedness.
In 2002, despite his protests, a computer was delivered to his classroom. The headteacher had insisted. The head of the history department needed a computer. He must start to use email.
My teacher had the last laugh. He didn’t turn the computer on. Instead, he placed a hat on top of the computer. He told all his classes this was to make the computer seem more human.
At the end of the school year, he retired as planned. Just as well, as despite being a well-respected teacher, he wouldn’t have lasted too many more years with the hat.
I wish I could put a hat on my computer sometimes, instead of turning it on.
I wrote about the National Trust’s decision to partner with HiPP Organic recently, and how problematic it is that they are advertising formula. There is now an update to the story. The Baby Feeding Law Group UK have also published a briefing about the partnership called ‘HiPP: why do they want to be your partner which outlines the issues very clearly.
To be clear this isn’t about families who use formula. Formula should exist. Used safely it should be available as an option to those who need it or choose it. The problem is with the marketing of baby food…
Today my partner, his mum, and my toddler were a few minutes walk away when they heard an explosion outside the nearby shopping centre. They saw what looked like a couple of oil barrels fly in the air and a lot of smoke in the air.
The local news says it was a commercial vehicle that went on fire and a couple of other vehicles were damaged. Eyewitnesses are quoted saying it was a gas banister that went on fire. My partner drove past later and saw the lorry looked split in two, and another burnt-out vehicle. …
This is a confession I would never say face to face to other mothers I meet.
I want to know if other mothers felt the same. Please respond if you did.
When I used to go to baby classes or meet up with other mums, or see other babies out and about, I would feel sorry for them.
I would look around the room at their babies and think what a shame, their babies aren’t as cute as my baby. They aren’t as clever, they aren’t as beautiful, they aren’t as amazing. I have the best baby in the world.
I live in Scotland and I am a (biased) mother to the most beautiful boy in the world.