North, South, East, West My medicine-wheel drum beats to the rythmn of the flame. She spins like the foam in the brook, She whispers and shivers with the breeze in the trees, She plants her roots in red earth, where she was born. Arbor she becomes, sprouting leaves from her bones and veins on Continue Reading
Trapped in a Post-Fact Nightmare: infant feeding in the Dunkirk Refugee Camp
I used to be incredibly naive. I was brought up to believe that our leaders, even if we didn't agree with their particular brand of political philosophy, generally had our best interests at heart. Us, the people, were their top priority. Within that mindset came the belief that rules, laws and Continue Reading
I have all the Colours
I Have All the Colours I have all the colours. Red Ochre, slate grey, golden brown And greens of all the hues. Colours to paint the land that Births me anew, cleans and renews. The place where water tumbles and dances In the shimmering light. ~~~~ I have all the colours. Buttercup yellow, Continue Reading
L’s Story
I had only ever planned on breastfeeding, my Mum breastfed all four of us and never really gave it much thought during my pregnancy. I attended a breastfeeding workshop which was more for my husbands benefit, I read the leaflets and felt confident I would be a natural as I had never even considered Continue Reading
Sarah’s Story
A was born at 38 weeks, via a 4 hour active labour with normal birth position. Pregnancy had been stressful from start to finish: from several early bleeds to SPD and Bells Palsy, through to lack of movements from my baby on and off for the 3 weeks prior to delivery. It is fair to say that I was Continue Reading
Breastfeeding Blues: Feeling Sad When Nursing
This is a guest post by an inspiring mother called Alena Lewis. Her determination to nurse her baby despite the challenge of D-MER. Don't know what that is? Read on! Many thanks, Alena for sharing your story. Dysphoric Milk Ejection Reflex What the duck is that? I hear you ask... well apart from a Continue Reading
Nibbling The Biscuits
At the risk of you all getting the impression that I only ever think of my stomach, I am reminded today of the way I used to eat biscuits when I was a child - still do in private, if I'm honest. I first revelled in the anticipation: just knowing they were there, a whole packet of bourbons or jammy Continue Reading
Dear Younger Self…
We asked a group of women from all over the world to write a short note to their Younger Selves just before having their 1st child. This page is not meant as advice to you, but we hope you'll find these women's comments amusing, educational or just food for thought. Add your own note to your younger Continue Reading