Miscarriage is a personal experience. People share feelings, of course they do, but I don't want an identikit card on my bookcase from my next door neighbour after losing Bella at six months to the next woman from her mum on losing her baby at six weeks.
An IUGR pregnancy is not straight forward. It is not relaxed, or enjoyable. It is not one of the most special times of your life. Instead, it is filled with unanswered questions, stress and worry. It is fragile. It is complicated. This is what an IUGR pregnancy is really like.
I didn't want to write this as a "ways to cope" post, because what would annoy me the most during the darkest days was advice about what would make me feel better...but ultimately didn't help (yep, lemon tea and ginger biscuits can do one).
Finding out that my wife Mair had breast cancer was a huge shock for all of us who loved her. At 41, she was vibrant, full of energy and had shown no...
I am about to out myself as a horrible person. As far as irrational anger goes, I'll be the first to admit that I veer dangerously to intolerance. Hating people who take a bus for one stop, or my instant distrust of food labelled as 'guilt free snacking' is hard to rationalise. But I think that wanting to destroy all 'baby on board' badges is something that I can justify.
(All photos courtesy of Sam and Angela Crowley) I suppose it's just part of the human condition to expect that things will always go as planned an...
I have friends, couples who only need to smile at each other and a baby is on the way. Some who are shocked that they got pregnant so quickly and express feeling underprepared. Meanwhile others have to wait for what feels like an eternity.
Our friends went to our house and hid the pregnancy books, which I'd been reading just the night before we lost her. They took down the congratulations cards from the bookcase. My husband steeled himself to put the little pink dresses and frilly babygrows in the attic, so I wouldn't see them in the spare room.
As the surgeon who did my caesarean explained why I should have an emergency caesarian she looked almost like an angel to me. Within twenty minutes, my son was born.
If Laura wants to return to her job after four months then why the hell shouldn't she? I'm sure that it won't be easy and there will be times when, however strong she is, she'll cry in the work loos because she misses her baby so much. However there is no reason that she will do any less of a good job than a male counterpart in the same position.
Laura Wade-Gery's announcement is an unprecedented event for new times. This is the future ladies and gents. More and more women will become mothers in their 50s. And why not? 50 isn't even old anymore, especially if you think that many of us could well reach 100, fit and healthily.
It matters if you buy a house, get engaged, get married and have a baby in that order. But it matters more if you don't. They are the reason my colleague's face drops when she sees pictures of her friends with houses and husbands on Facebook, while she raises her son in a rented flat with her boyfriend.
The idea that women have to suffer in silence is beyond a joke. It's just like so many other issues surrounding the female body that we're not supposed to discuss or acknowledge; painful periods, the menopause and difficult childbirth.
Throughout this month, BBC Radio 4's Woman's Hour is broadcasting my interviews with men aged from twenty to eighty. The first week focussed on young men, role models and the way in which parental behaviour influences attitudes towards relationships. Last week we spoke to young men about their experiences of pregnancy, birth and fatherhood...
I can't hold my wee for toffee. I have to make sure that when I leave the house or the office, I have released every drop that's in there else the journey home will be stressful! God forbid should I get stuck on the tube.
I can't remember exactly what the sonographer said but she was sorry. Looking back I feel sorry for the couples sat excitedly outside the scan room. Sitting waiting for their big moment as sobbing woman ran through the waiting room with her pants halfway down her legs.