Providing literature on paternal postnatal depression alongside the information already given to mothers would help raise awareness, and normalise postnatal depression for fathers, reducing shame. We need to realise that having a child is not only about the mother and baby at the exclusion of the father.
Don't get me wrong, the voices of support are comforting. But he isn't their child. They don't have to do this. They aren't the ones who will pick up the pieces. And I am glad for them. Because nobody should ever have to have this conversation with their kid. It sucks.
Over 30 years, Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy appeared together in 106 films. Their first film was a silent short called A Lucky Dog. Now, almost 100 years later, Laurel and Hardy are being screened in cinemas to sell-out audiences across the UK & Ireland as part of a campaign to introduce them to the next generation.
Growing up, I had all of the opportunities. Like a good Russian kid, I had piano lessons twice a week and tennis lessons on Sunday mornings. I went to drama school on weekends, as well as writing classes and horse riding lessons. I can't remember a time in my childhood when I wasn't inundated with recreational activities.
Earlier this week I was playing Ludo with my six year old daughter. She was beating me hands down, and at one point landed on my last hope counter and...
After the school run I waited in the reception of the Breast Care Unit, trying to enjoy the moments of peace (actually having time to read a magazine about random celebrities that I had never heard of) - but I was shaking. Even though I knew the answer before I was told, I was still shaking.
Did you catch the incredible House of Commons debate on Tuesday, on "Family friendliness of the Houses of Parliament"? It was brought by Jess Phillips MP and produced some interesting reactions and great sound bites on twitter...
In a time when so many are living in poverty, how can you raise a child to just expect a whole hoard of anonymous gifts from some mysterious man in the sky? I love giving presents, but I want my children to know where those things came from, and that they are lucky to have them, as some people have nothing.
Six months passed and the cot was reassembled in my son's bedroom. I was ready to stop breast feeding at and wanted to move onto a night bottle. I thought it was going to be perfect. I was wrong.
My whole four years at university have been marked by one constant question: "How is she?" It has been one constant worry - would today be the day I got the phone call saying she was in hospital? Would today be the day she became another statistic? A third of anorexia sufferers die from their disease - and my biggest fear is my sister becoming one of them.
If you begin to type "being a middle child" into Google, your first three suggestions include "being a middle child disadvantages", "being a middle child syndrome" and "consequences of being a middle child". How very optimistic. So what are these disadvantages?
I am passionate about raising my children as best I can. I want to give them the best chance in life to be happy and healthy. I want to promote positive thinking and encourage their imagination and creativity as much as I can in our daily lives.
When it comes to forces families, family breaks and holidays can prove even more crucial, as long periods of separation mean family dynamics can change and it can become stressful for service personnel and those left behind affected by the rigors of operational deployment on return...
The amount of times people have said to me, "Are they all yours?" is untrue. I was crazy and didn't take up the government's 15 hours of free childcare when I had the third one (apart from my daughter had three mornings at Pre-School), so the majority of my maternity leave I would always be out with the three of them.
Most of my conversations now revolve around being a dad, occasionally unusual topics such as is it OK to have a sit down wee if you're tired pop into conversation, but ultimately everything ends up circling back to parenting as if every road leads there. 'I love the new Ferrari......' 'its amazing, I wonder if you can get a buggy in?'
I hate the word HARD. It's so uninspiring, so meaningless. It gives me chills down my spine and reminds me why I never seemed to achieve anything worth shouting about until I had children. I always thought life was hard.