Being a mum of four amazing boys, I have been subjected to all of the comments you are about to read! Luckily for my boys, they know that they are the best thing that ever happened to me and I wouldn't change things for the world. :)
The book begins with a daunting contents section. Perhaps this is meant as a metaphor. As Sadleir advises any family planning on relocating to Spain to research, research, and then go and research some more.
Once I was ambivalent about motherhood, my life was beautiful yet terrible, an enormous experience and I needed, wanted nothing else to make it more. But somewhere on my journey, I realized that I was denying myself motherhood not because I didn't want children, but because I didn't trust myself to do a good job.
At the heart is a child who is also hurting and confused and wants stability through this difficult time. More than that, they want time with each parent because they love them no matter what politics are going on.
If politicians are going to promise building new homes, and thereby expand a population in a town, for goodness sake build an extra primary school and require new GP surgeries to cope with any increasing population in a given area.
With electioneering in full swing, I am a frustrated voter. Not because of the endless talk of the deficit, austerity and immigration, but because while the NHS and healthcare feature in pretty much every political debate, by comparison social care is the poor relation.
I think if a child is loved and they know they are loved they will always be happy. It is a fundamental knowing that sustains you for the rest of your life - whatever happens. I wish and hope that every child could have that kind of foundation of love - the world would know peace.
You are rabid that five actual human beings made it out. Together. On the same night. AND ONE OF THEM IS CHILDFREE AND WILL HAVE ACTUAL STORIES TO TELL. You treat yourself to another rosé and take a selfie to put on FB to ensure everyone knows you still have a life.
After she had lovingly shared her germs with me, she degenerated to a point where she couldn't breathe lying down and I couldn't hear myself think over the beating of my own pulse. But God loves a trier so I scooped up my mucus covered volcano baby and tried to arrange us both in bed.
It's probably nothing, probably just some tick of genetics she will grow out of as she settles into her new world. But Dr Internet tells us that it might be something, might mean too that we're wrong to think that the orphanage treated her well.
Increasing numbers of toddlers are not meeting their requirements of some micro nutrients (vitamins and minerals) because they don't eat enough nutritious food and also are not being given the recommended toddler vitamin supplement.
What could I tell you about this awareness day and the children it supports? What could I write that would give you a sense of what it is like to have a child living in the unknown? That would make you stand still for a second in your busy day and hear about our children?
The adoption process itself is long and arduous, and it must be adhered to precisely at all times. That means bureaucratic hoops and jumping through them, many hoops and near constant jumping. It took us just over a natural gestation to navigate the maze.
One day you'll sit in the garden for a full hour, leisurely flicking through a grown up magazine and you'll realise that your kids are busily entertaining themselves without the need for a referee.
In essence, Mumsnet is everything a brand, political or otherwise, wants in an advocate. Its Mumsnetters are credible, highly engaged and active users of social media, who will happily take your idea and run with it.
Before giving birth I did what most expectant mums do - scour the internet in a frenzy finding lists of 'what to buy a new baby'. It was a stressful time, there were so many lists and each was slightly different to the last. How were you meant to know which one to trust?