As my children get older, particularly because they are boys, I find other people - their father included - respond with little or no patience to the damp emotion. In fact, anything non-life-threatening that provokes tears is usually met with a flippant, "What are you crying about now? Big boys don't cry!"
People constantly ask us 'What can we say to make it all better?' The answer is 'you can't make it all better, but you can be there and you can keep talking about it and let them know you will always be available to listen.'
I write this post over a week after we completed The Big Bad Ride, a 460-mile endurance cycle from Edinburgh to London in aid of Harrison's Fund, a small charity working hard to find a cure for Duchenne muscular dystrophy, a fatal disease which affects my two young sons, Theo and Oskar.
Joining a mums' group is a great idea. Those first meetings can be a little awkward, though, with everyone trying to be as nice as possible while secretly trying to work out who will be your future drinking buddy and who will be the person you end up having that tedious chat about John Lewis muslin square.
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.
Yes you guessed it my friends, that Malteser was not a delicious piece of chocolate that had managed to escape from the emergency bag earlier that morning but was in fact a piece of turd that had escaped from my toddlers nappy earlier that week! We live in a cruel world people.
Being a working mummy can be tough. Feelings of guilt and that constant dividing of your attention between work and family can get a mummy from cool and calm to stresshead crazy lady in minutes. So what is the key to finding that balance between the two jobs?
Being a linguist, a primary school teacher, and a parent who taught my children to read, here is my breakdown for you, explaining why they are worth the effort, and why your child may become a better reader and speller because of them.
It's always a bit embarrassing, bumping into someone you know at the chemist. You try really hard to not look at what they are buying, because it's all quite personal stuff, things you buy at the chemist, not things that are normally in the public domain.
Public awareness was something that they felt was so important. The term stillbirth is so loaded and weighty as a phrase, could there be some different terminology? Rob explained that more children die from still birth than cot death, but popular awareness reflects opposite.
The Husband makes his way, slowly and creakily up the stairs, pops his head in and sees there is no space in the bed (I am sure that he welcomed that sight) with me in a strange yoga-like position across the middle due to the baby being attached to the boob and the toddler requiring my hair as a comfort blanket.
Sex education? Easy. Simple facts. No need to go into details of who has to sleep in the damp patch. Just cold, hard facts. But I don't have to think about this right now. My eldest is five. She won't ask about the birds and bees for at least another two years.
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).
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.
Pregnancy is a great time for making healthier lifestyle changes, it's not just about giving up alcohol and soft cheeses but also about making positive lifestyle decisions that will benefit you and your baby.
My first ever panic attack was at the birth of my son and had never experienced this before in my life. I honestly felt that my wife who I love dearly and my unborn son were going to die. Even many years on I still feel the anxiety I suffered during the twenty two hours labour my wife experienced.
I started chatting to other mums about baby signing, it really appealed to me as I listened to stories of how they communicate with their babies/ toddlers. The idea of being able to understand (even on a very basic level) what my daughter needs/ wants excited me.
When you're told your child has a disability, no one comes to tell you about all the different therapies available and the different educational options - or to advise you which to pursue: it's up to you as a parent to find out.