It is your first International Women's Day. At seven months old, you are oblivious to the notion that our sex has struggled for equality. You do not know this day has been marked out in calendars annually for over a century. You understand nothing of the battle women fought to be treated fairly.
New mums are always asking me what they can do about postpartum hair loss. This is the hair loss that is experienced by probably 50% of new mums, some to worse degrees than others.
As a mum of a child with autism I know just how important it is to gain support from those around you who understand, namely other parent carers.
In an effort to save millions of newborn lives, we are urging all global leaders to take a stance this year and commit to a blueprint for change, namely, the Five Point Newborn Promise. This agenda focuses on training and equipping enough skilled healthcare workers to make sure no baby is born without proper help, and removing fees for all pregnancy and birth services.
Young people leaving care are one of the most vulnerable groups in society, more likely to become homeless, be unemployed and spend time in prison. Some will have been subject to abuse or neglect, and as vulnerable young adults they are likely to need someone to turn to, even after they have turned 18. It is time to end the misery of living alone too young for vulnerable youngsters, by giving every child in care the chance to 'stay put' until they're 21 - not just those in foster care.
Over recent weeks there has been mounting evidence of the impact that increasingly high childcare costs are having on family budgets and our economy. Yet the government seem to be in total denial.
Parents tend to want the same things for their kids - to grow up healthy and happy. Simple. But what do children want from their parents? For thousands of children in the UK who need to be adopted or fostered every year, all they is want parents who will love and care for them.
I inherently dislike my own birthdays as they serve primarily as a gentle reminder that I will at some point not exist. This fact scares me no-end despite the many hours a day I put aside to contemplate it. Fortunately these hours coincide roughly with the many hours I naturally put aside for contemplating issues of metaphysical scale anyway, so my existential calendar is not entirely full...
ou may not know when your child will be ready for the wedding, christening or "posh" meal at a restaurant, but start exposing them to formal situations early on, to familiarize them. Whilst our children may not all have the packed court calendar of Prince George, we would like them to be happy joining us at our friend's house for a nice meal, or going out to the local pizzeria.
In my work with young children I'm often asked what you can do to keep kids interested and make cooking fun for them, the good news is it is possible! Therefore I thought it would only be right to share some tips with parents on how to get your kids into cooking and enjoying good fresh delicious food .
I don't tend to get much advice from my grandfather these days. However I did get some from him recently. Which is odd. And not just because he died in 1999. It was odd because the advice was about caring for a baby. This is not a task with which I associate him.
I've certainly been guilty of sharing and Smoasting, especially the F***-Off Boasting About Your Child posts: when our 19-month-old completely surprised us by counting to 10, I was bursting with pride and wanted to shout it from every rooftop but I stopped myself. Because, actually, do I really need 40 likes to affirm that our son is as bright as a button?
I was upfront with the doctor who confirmed Jonah's pregnancy at around six weeks about my alcohol consumption. He tried to alleviate my fears, telling me his wife didn't realise she was pregnant until she was five months gone. "We just don't know what the effects might be," he said, but you are far from the only one who gets drunk before they realise they are pregnant.
Having received a card from the middle-aged couple a few doors along, next week we're having a little soiree for the neighbours - all except Dead Bob Willis and his invisible wife, obviously. As I drive home from Homebase with a boot full of planks singing along to "Rebel Rebel" it somehow feels Christmassy and normal.
Our boys have grown up secure in the knowledge that whilst there was enough love to go around, the special bond they shared with their birth parent would remain intact. But do we treat them differently, NO!
My last musing was to suggest that we eschew the Power Maternity Leave and enjoy our time sitting around in Starbucks, adore our little ones and generally join the ranks of the yummy mummy brigade with gusto...