We were recently sent some delicious festive treats from Hotel Chocolat- definitely one of our highlights of Christmas this year so far! Not only was it really hard to choose between delights such as the Truffle Tree, the Festive Wreath and the super cute Penguin Selfie… In the end though, we went for the beautiful Yule Log and the delightfully cute Christmas Pocket Selection and guess what? You could win exactly the same, just in time for Christmas!
More about the Yule Log, from Hotel Chocolat themselves:
Traditionally, the Yule Log is brought in from the cold and immediately burnt on the hearth. Instead we brought our elm branch in, put it through a 3D scanner and made our festive buche, which we finished with white chocolate for a finish of fresh snow. 50% milk chocolate praline with hazelnuts and crisped rice, it’s sliceably soft for that effortless carving-the-log moment, and serves 14. Just add friends, family and fireplace!
Now tell me you’re not tempted! And what better stocking filler for yourself, than the beautifully packaged Christmas Pocket Selection? You can’t go wrong with Hotel Chocolat in my opinion, so without further ado here’s what you need to do to be in with a chance of winning:
Simply fill in your details on the form below, and don’t forget to leave a comment telling me what you’re hoping to find under the Christmas tree for YOU this year. This is a really quick giveaway because I want you to get your goodies in time for the big day, so it’s going to end midnight Monday 19th December. Terms and conditions on the form- good luck!
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We’re so proud to be part of the #FrugiFamily!
This year’s Christmas project is a little different because we were recently sent some mystery items to try out, and we also have a super giveaway for you too! So without further ado, I’d like to wish you a very merry Frugi Christmas!
Our items arrived in one of Frugi’s new- and very beautiful- Christmas gift bags. All tied up with a big red ribbon, the bags are made from thick card and are sturdy enough to survive the Christmas post, plus they look gorgeous under the tree too.
On Saturday I attended the Maternal Mental Health event at the Cumbria Infirmary, hosted by the Happy Mums Foundation and the World Health Innovation Summit (WHIS). I was invited to speak about my experiences so that I might be able to help the professionals understand what a traumatic pregnancy and birth can be like for women. So that they might better understand the things that they can do to help. So that other women like me might not fall through the cracks for so long.
It is always hard to speak about what happened with my son’s birth. And last week was a big week for me because I finally had my debrief, and I also had my second CBT counselling session. And then there was the PTSD diagnosis.
I’d like to say that seeing those four letters on the page came as no shock (hadn’t I always known that I wasn’t depressed? Hadn’t I aways known that there was something more, likely to be PTSD?) but actually I’ve really struggled with knowing that someone else agrees with me at last. Someone else, who is professionally qualified to do so, is taking control of my care now. It feels strange. To hear her tell me she will never ask me to fill in a PND questionnaire. To hear her tell me I have been traumatised. To hear her tell me she believes me, she is sorry for what has happened, and she intends to help. It’s all so new for me, and the effects of it are still coursing their way through my life right now.
I was in two minds about Saturday. I was scared. Not of speaking, but of getting there. Making my way to the train station, sitting on a train, finding the venue. Even knowing that Jenny would be there at the station in Carlisle was very little comfort, and this is a perfect example of just how far reaching my birth trauma has been. The thought of travelling alone to Carlisle was terrifying and had it not been for Jenny I would not have gone at all. (more…)
One of the hardest things about birth trauma is the loneliness. It can feel as though you truly are completely and utterly by yourself sometimes; adrift in a small boat on a huge ocean, with nothing but the highest waves creating unbreakable walls between you and the rest of civilisation. It can feel as though nobody else will ever understand what you are thinking, feeling or experiencing. It can feel as though you and YOU alone, are the only person who has suffered in this way. Of course, I know from the many messages, tweets, emails and comments I receive that sadly this isn’t true. There are other women like me. Drifting, alone, scared. And many of these women are more alone because the thing that they are drifting from, the trauma that has led them to this place of nothingness and numbing, frustrating anger, that trauma is the one thing they are being denied. We are ‘catastrophising’. We are ‘exaggerating’. We are fantasising, we are confused, we are damaging. We, and our trauma, are not acknowledged.
Three days ago I had my first CBT counselling session, and during the hour I spent in that little room I was asked to talk about the reasons why I had been referred. She knew that I was having trouble sleeping, and that I was suffering with anxiety, and she knew that I’d previously mentioned a ‘difficult’ birth with my son. But she wanted to hear me speak, and she wanted to hear about my feelings, and what was going on in my life right now. She asked me what I thought was the root of my anxiety. Why I had such a fear of driving to unfamiliar places, of being lost, of letting people down. Why I had trouble falling and staying asleep. Why I felt that some days were just too hard.
There can only ever be one answer to all of that. My son’s birth. (more…)