We are a family of book lovers, and ever since the children were all really tiny we have made time for a story at the end of the day. Its our special time to sit together and enjoy a story; enjoy a snuggle after a busy day. But reading at bedtime is about so much more too. It helps to develop vocabulary, communication skills, imaginative play and much much more. I’m a firm believer that children are never too old to be read aloud to, and this is one reason why Penguin audiobooks are going to make such fantastic gifts for kids this Christmas.
We were asked if we’d like to try a selection of audiobooks on CD, and I asked the children which books they’d like to try. We chose Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and other Stories, The Chronicles of Narnia and The Christmasaurus.If I’m honest, I already knew that the children would enjoy them. I love books on CDs and have always ensured there are plenty around the house for the children to dip into when they want some quiet time. I especially love books on CDs for early readers as they can use the books to read along and enjoy the wonder of story telling often by the author themselves. The Roadl Dahl audiobook CD is read by the man himself, which was hugely impressive to Luka! (more…)
How is this is even happening? How am I making this announcement, with every intention of following this through? How has it already begun, this new journey? But it has, even if only slightly. And it’s very early days, but this new stage for our family has begun none the less. And so I need to make the announcement, and make it real. Make it so it is really happening.
We are ambassadors for Huggies Pull Ups.
And so begins one of the last journeys my last baby will take. From nappy to knickers. For the last time. A lingering vestige of babyhood that she is becoming more and more ready to rid herself of. Again, how is this even happening? (more…)
We were recently asked if we’d like to review the new HP Instant Ink service, which was great timing due to the fact that our current printer had all but given up a few weeks ago. We’re one of those families who seem to always need something printing out for one reason or another, and emailing them to Ghostwriterdaddy to do at the office has become quite old very quickly! Sometimes I want to run off a quick form for work, or some resources for the little ones etc, and it’s so annoying when I can’t do that! We were sent a wonderful brand spanking new HP ENVY 5540 printer, which comes ready with ink, along with a pre-paid card for the Instant Ink service, and plenty of paper so that we could get started straight away. This is what we thought.
You’re sitting in a room, all alone. You’re seated on the edge of the bed and your body feels heavy as it sags towards the floor. You’re breathing hard. Shallow. You close your eyes because when you do that, the reel inside your head begins to slow and the flickering images start to make a little more sense. But they’re still there and you know that no matter what you do, those images are staying. Imprinted on your soul forever. Because you’re changed forever.
Someone beside you reaches for your hand. They know you’re broken. You’re scared. You’re screaming for help. You don’t know what they’re thinking. You don’t know what they’re feeling. You don’t know if they understand. But you need them. And as they take your hand in theirs you fall into them.
“At least your baby is here, healthy and happy! That’s all that matters.”
And the world comes tumbling down.
I have heard this so. Many. Times. I have learned not to react. Not to shut down and wallow. Not to question myself and my own reactions to what happened. I’ve learned that not everyone understands. They can’t. They won’t. I’ve learned to appreciate that birth trauma is still so misunderstood.
I get comments and emails and messages that question my motives for writing about birth trauma. What happened to me is nothing compared to what happened to them. They went through what I did and they aren’t traumatised, so why am I? They’ve been through much worse, what gives me the right to complain? They don’t have a baby, happy and healthy, at all. So how dare I feel cheated, or mournful or angry?
I won’t dismiss your feelings. But I won’t accept that it’s ok for you to tell me a healthy baby is all that matters. I matter too. My birth experience matters. My emotional wellbeing. My state of mind. I matter as much as you do.
I took a baby home from the hospital and I will always ALWAYS be grateful that I did. I will always know how lucky I am. I will always appreciate the work that was done to save my son’s life. But I will also always remember the horror that was his birth. I only wish I could forget.
A healthy baby is important. But it is NOT all that matters.