It is however a simple matter of fact. No baby sleeps through the night, they never have and never will. Ever. Similarly, no adult has ever, or will ever, slept through the night either. Why then is so much time and money spent on trying to achieve something that is totally impossible?
One of the things I have discovered whilst travelling to new countries in the last few years is that even though on the surface situations might look so different, we are more alike than different. At the end of the day all the mothers I have met just want the best for their children.
Sadly though, there are still those men in the world who do not respect females. Those who are selfish and greedy and think they can take what they want without a second thought for the feelings and dignity of others.
Other MP's followed describing their own personal experience of both pregnancy loss and infant loss, this subject was not just a female problem as the male MP's also had stories to share, which were heartbreaking.
One thing I've discovered about pregnancy and motherhood is that it opens the doors to a world of bitchiness, jealously and judgement. The 'NCT mums' as I call them are quite possibly the worst breed of female I have ever come across. It wasn't long before I was shamed for leaving my little ones, namely Indigo my 10 week old new born, why the new born was deemed more important than the 6 year old was slightly baffling, but never mind!
Sometimes my world feels as though it's become very small, but today I don't feel quite so insignificant after all.
When the cameras turned to me... she pulled out my boob to get some milk. I have been overwhelmed with the reaction to our appearance, receiving lots of positive messages from other families who are pleased to see breastfeeding normalised. Nobody in the TV studio blinked an eyelid either. Of course I had a negative tweet from one lone man, but that was it!
But seeing my baby move, even if was to someone else's annoyance, was incredible. "You see baby art?" said Dr Manuel, pointing at the screen to a beating white splodge in the centre of my baby's chest.
For me the path to adoption was very similar, it took two years and one week from the initial meeting until the first day of introductions. In honesty it felt so much longer and this was within the new speeded up adoption process.
Oh how I wish I was one of the ladies that "glow" with health and go swimming and jogging every day, filled with energy from the beauty of the new life within. But I am not. Maybe one day soon, yes, hopefully.
I knew motherhood would be about choices. I just didn't expect it to be about THESE choices. In my head, the decisions I would make each day once my little ones arrived would be ones like whether we would go to the park or soft play? (Park if possible - you don't have to supervise other people's little darlings as well as your own there!) whether my daughter should wear pink (nope) and my son blue (yes, he rocks it!)
Fact: I am a step child. Another fact: More than once in my life I have been told not to refer to myself in this way. Why is there an aversion to using this phrase? What is the problem with acknowledging I am a step child with step relatives? It is, after all, merely a statement of fact.
I knew I had come across that one in a million when not long after we had started going out (I think I am still young enough to use this term. Just.) when he offered to take Joseph to the playground opposite and give me half an hour's break. He knew that a half an hour's peace actually meant fucking everything at that stage. Still does if I'm honest.
I've found parenting difficult and I'm certainly not the earth mother I had imagined myself to be. I've had PND, had a breakdown and have come out the other side, but I can confidently say I've been a good mum, caring mum, loving mum and my children are flourishing. I want another baby, not yet, but in a few years' time and this baby will complete our family as five.
This year, my favourite novelty kitsch comes courtesy of Jo Jo Maman Bebe with this red cashmere mix jumper (£22), a very fabulous Christmas jumper from George by Asda (£8), some festive winter warmer Peppa Pig PJs from Boots Mini Club (£14) and fabulous furry socks from Mothercare (£8). I mean, what's not to love...
We're seeing an entrepreneurial shift in the UK workforce - and women with young children are at the forefront. The 'millennial' generation is usually defined as those born between about 1980 and 2000. Much has been made of how their career aspirations and work habits differ from previous generations. By 2020, millennials will make up over a third of the global workforce.
When I first started flying with my little ones, I had several concerns, even though I was familiar with the aircraft environment. After talking to several parents, I realised many felt like me and they also worried. Here is a list of the main concerns and tips for overcoming them to have a stress free flight. We worried, so you don't have to!
Up until the 1970's, life as a woman was quite simple (if not very equal, but that is another debate). In the main, you got married, you had a child and you stayed at home to raise them and take care of the home while your husband went out to work.