Sharing Eilys

A few weeks ago during my counselling course I had a total shitter of a time due to one member of the group being a little overly critical of me as a person without really trying to get to know me. It threw me into a bit of a tail spin and I found it... Continue Reading →

My Lactation Flapjack Recipe

When I was trying my darnest to boob feed Dylan (see here and here for full tale) I tried most things in order to get my stoopid breastickles to make more milk. I read a lot of guff on the internet about trying this and that to get more milk and some things worked a... Continue Reading →

A New Normal 

After Eilys' diagnosis and then after she died I was painfully aware that to a lot of people that would become my tagline. "Oh that's Emma... you know the one who has the terminally ill baby" or "Emma... Emma whose baby died". I didn't want that to be the case and I certainly didn't want... Continue Reading →

The Day She Died

​Just a little warning. This post deals with death and describes death. It might upset you.I feel very strongly that death shouldn't be as taboo as it is, we should talk about it. Not in a morbid way but it is, unfortunately, a part of life. Writing this post was really difficult for me but... Continue Reading →

​Tells a Thousand Words

I started taking a Level 3 Counselling Course 3 weeks ago after successfully completing the Level 2 at the end of March. I have really enjoy both courses so far and I feel that it has been really beneficial to me in unpicking my feelings from the last year or so.  Tonight's task was to... Continue Reading →

Confession time…

Hello I am Emma and I love Soft Play. There, I said it. I love it. Me and Dylan have been fequenting the various soft play establishments around our area ever since he was a little nipper... he techically still is a little nipper except now he doesn't actually nip!  I don't love soft play... Continue Reading →

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