Nov 18, 2018

Doona - All In One Car Seat / Pram Product Review

I hope this review will help parents out there who need an easy to carry travel system solution for their baby. This is an item I have personally purchased and am now reviewing because of how much it has helped me. I know lots of new mama's read my blog so maybe it might help someone else too.

Buying your travel system for your baby is probably one of the biggest and most expensive purchases that you will make. I remember spending hours upon hours reading reviews and changing my mind every day as to which travel system we would buy.

We live on the third floor, up five flights of stairs and I assumed that I would just make it work. We don't want to move yet but at the same time I didn't want to be housebound, not being able to get out and about on maternity leave. As with everything in life, I knew no matter what I would just make it work.

The situation played on my mind more and more as my due date came closer. I invested in a sling which I knew would be handy for quick trips out and about but I kept worrying about leaving the travel system downstairs in a communal hallway. The main door sometimes gets left open and anyone could just take my babies pram and I would be none the wiser.

It was three weeks before our beautiful baby was born. I was 35 weeks pregnant and saw a Doona on Instagram...a car seat with wheels?! I knew right away this was the solution for us. I messaged David thinking he would roll his eyes at this hormonal mama sending him yet another baby product, but to my surprise his response was "which colour are we looking at?"
He bought it right away without question, and knew how much easier this would make things. He had me skipping around the office at work and telling all my friends. I was SO excited and felt like I had finally found a solution!

When my Doona arrived (we ordered it in the colour 'Storm' which is a beautiful grey) it exceeded my expectations right away. It was lighter than I expected at 6.5kg. The transition from car seat to stroller was at the click of a button.

We had planned to use our big travel system in the car for long days out and then the Doona for when David was back at work, which initially worked for the first couple of weeks. I didn't actually take the Doona for a test run until Rosie was 4 weeks old. I didn't dare to as she hated being in the car seat and I assumed it would be much the same as the Doona. Boy, how wrong was I?

Putting her in the Doona was far easier for a start. I found that the newborn insert supported her better and supported her in a more upright position. The straps were easier to adjust which meant I could place her in with the straps loose then tighten afterwards.

I carry Rosie down the five flights of stairs in her Doona and we go on all sorts of adventures. We go on buses, the Tube and trains or even just a stroll through the park. The Doona folds nicely on the train seat or into a small space on the bus. I can't begin to tell you the amount of times I have been asked if I need help getting on and off public transport, but with my rucksack and Doona we hop on and off with no bother at all. It's actually a conversation starter with mum's. Poor Rosie normally ends up involved in a demonstration!

I don't drive a car but the Doona is ultra convenient if I need to hop in someone else's car, or even a cab. I don't need to worry about having a separate car seat. It would also be especially handy for mum's with multiple children. Car seats can be heavy to carry around and getting the pram base and connecting it on a school run can be a bit of a mission. It's so easy! I just get the Doona out, click the wheels down and off we go.

As you can tell I am a huge fan and the Doona has genuinely made a huge impact to me and my baby girls life. I could guarantee we would stay indoors most days if it wasn't for the ease of this product. It's actually made my big travel system pretty redundant and hard to use! The Doona is so small and easy to steer.

Things I would suggest you consider if you are thinking of buying a Doona:
  • Doona have a range of their own clip-on storage units. However, they do not fit baby bags very easily. I would suggest considering their own storage or a baby rucksack.
  • It does not come with a rain cover as standard, but we found a deal online where this was included.
  • The Isofix would make this even easier to use however using a seat belt only takes 30 seconds once you've mastered how to do it.

  • It's probably not the best solution for very tall people. David is 5' 11'' and manages fine with the handlebar at full extension. However, I can imagine if you're much taller then you would have to stoop which wouldn't be ideal for prolonged use. I would highly recommend trying one before buying in this case.

Our Doona has been my top baby purchase of all time. Hopefully you've found my blog useful by reading about  how it has helped me but I would really recommend taking a look for yourself here. There is a comprehensive list of benefits and even video's of the Doona in action.

Doona have a limited offer of 10% off with the launch of their new colour range using the discount code #Doonalaunch

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Nov 13, 2018

Bottle VS Breast

Ohhhhhh is she going there... wait... oh no... she went there.

One of the first question people like to ask when you've had a baby... breast or bottle?

Probably the most controversial topic new mama's come across... Now, before anyone starts up a hate campaign or trolls me online for saying it. I just need to clarify early on that I DO NOT CARE how you feed your child. But I am going to speak about how I feel about the topic and my personal experience so far...

Growing up to me, the normal way to feed your baby was with a bottle, and that in that bottle was formula... I knew you could buy it ready made and I knew that it came in powder form but that to me was baby food... simple.

Obviously I saw boobs, I saw them in movies, on holidays when women sunbathed topless (and giggled) in newspapers... you get the drift. I really don't remember seeing someone breastfeed until I was in my teens, and even then I was horrified. O.M.G did she really just flop her tit out in front of me? No warning, I mean seriously!!

It was only when I was pregnant and I started to think, well how am I going to feed this baby.. I was determined I wanted to try and feed her...

Off I trotted to ante natal classes, which is where I very first noticed this divide.. we were asked to put our hand up if we were planning on breastfeeding.. there were some that did right away, some that kind of looked around then put their hand up and then some that didn't at all. This already didn't sit right with me, just educate us on both, so we are all informed.

To me breastfeeding seemed quite simple, you place this little person up to your breast and they take the milk from you, that's what I signed up for, I didn't realize the huge lifestyle change between a formula fed baby and a breastfed baby. Rosie has had a total of 5oz of formula in her life, two 'half' bottles when she was severely jaundice... she took it fine with no complaints and the first 2oz knocked her out for 6 hours after not sleeping all night..

I often get asked how I feed Rosie, I wonder what their reactions would be if I said formula, would they treat me differently? Do they judge me for breastfeeding? When we had her registered  another mum assumed I was breastfeeding she told me there was a feeding room around the corner so I didn't have to 'get them out in public' - I didn't know how I was supposed to feel about her saying that, was she being helpful, was it wrong she assumed?

A lot of people forget the benefits of formula feeding.. for starters there are those who cannot feed for various reasons, but also the practicality. Others can help with feeding which after sometimes a traumatic birth and a long time with no sleep it can be really useful to be able to let another family member take over, this can be a great bonding time for Dads too! Its reassuring for some mum's  to see what their babes are getting especially if they need to put weight on.

People say to me all the time, 'oh I saw a lady breastfeeding the other day'.. I mean isn't this half of the problem? You wouldn't have said if she was bottle feeding? The fact that you even noticed what she was doing is the problem with society today.

I remember my first feed in public. I WAS PETRIFIED! O.M.G David everyone is looking at me, wahhh my breasts are so big how do you even cover them, people are going to tut at me or tell me to cover up... nope, no one gave a flying monkey what I was doing.. I think covering myself with 57 muslins probably was more noticeable than my ginormous boob in Rosie's face.

I am yet to experience anyone having an issue with me feeding in public, I have had children asking
what I'm doing to my baby, or pregnant women side glancing, especially this one lady in the local M&S who was staring at me for ages! Just as I was about to say something I realized she was pregnant and smiled at her, she was just curious, just as I was when I was pregnant. Sometimes I think we think people judge about feeding in public a lot more than they actually do... just the same as people think other people care about how a baby is fed.

This 'divide' or whatever you wish to call it, has highlighted a few different things..

Firstly, every mama I have spoken to when coming onto the subject of feeding, has almost justified or had a reason of why they haven't breastfed... Some of them of course valid reason but no one just says 'I didn't want to', never, of all the women I have spoken to have said that.. I mean why not? Its a choice and its such a personal one to make!

Without breaking out into too much detail, the Formula milk industry have plugged so much into marketing their products, that they now are the ones shouting 'breastfeeding is best, and recommended exclusively for at least the first 6 months of life. Go have a look at any of their websites, they have disclaimers before you even go onto the website! (I wont even get onto follow on milk, that's a whole different ball game)

My biggest bug bear is that it seems like a separation between mamas sometimes when actually the people causing this are firstly the formula industry who spent so many years pushing their products onto us that it became the norm and are now completely backtracking .....then the health care professionals, for years and years encouraged formula feeding. Both now are trying to back track and breastfeeding is being pushed so much that its firstly not offering the right information and advice but also then making mums that cant feed or that choose not to guilty or selfish!

In reality it wouldn't  be being pushed so hard if it wasn't for heavy advertisement and encouragement of the use of formula but with the UK having some of the lowest breastfeeding rates in Europe with only 34% of women breastfeeding at 6 months and 0.5% at 12 months, I'm not surprised they have to heavily advertise and sometimes even mislead women to encourage them to breastfeed, I mean they certainly don't prepare you for the cracked and/or bleeding nipples, blocked ducts, mastitis, cluster feeding... I mean we get the picture now right? And that's if they even latch on at all.

The sheer lack of support out there for women who do choose to breastfeed, and the support you do get being uneducated, outdated and sometimes no help at all, its no surprise women tend to give up after a week or two!

The truth is breastfeeding mum's don't care how you're feeding your baby, but if you are wishing to breastfeed then of course they would love to support you, there's a huge gap in support out there for women. I myself felt so alone with no where to turn at 3am with a starving new baby who just wouldn't latch on. If we don't create this support network to pass down to our daughters, then they will also live in a world where they sit in a toilet cubicle to feed their baby.

Of course we need to normalize breastfeeding,we will never do that unless we speak about & encourage it, women supporting women and then paying it forwards... I don't mean in a way that takes away the choice. But in a way that we are educated and supported enough to make informed decisions of our own.

Lets stop mum shaming in any way and instead support each other, become knowledgeable about all feeding options and RESPECT the challenges of both. Of course my post is heavily one sided as I breastfeed but I do respect everyone's individual choice. We are lucky to have these little people in our lives so how about we stop worrying about what they eat and just ENJOY them!



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Nov 3, 2018

Baby Bath Time

We have kindly been sent some products from Child's Farm to try out & review!

My little Rose bud has always loved bath time, I was told to prepare for a wriggling screaming baby but not her, she was 10 days old and seemed so content.

With Rosie we have been doing everything baby led. She has just turned 3 months and has her own sleeping pattern, the majority of time sleeping through her 3am feed (thank you very much!)  For us a bath before bed means that her daddy gets some time after work doing one of Rosie's favorite things, as well as getting her relaxed, clean and comfy before bed.

I was already using the Child's Farm baby body wash on Rosie so you can imagine my excitement when they sent the baby bedtime bubbles and baby moisturizer.

First we used the bedtime bubbles, I was pleasantly surprised at the smell of this as we only used a teeny tiny bit at first! It's fragranced with organic tangerine oil & comes in a generous 250ml bottle which goes a long way with little ones!

I was pleasantly surprised at how little you needed to get some bubbles, I don't like to lather Rosie up too much as she is prone to a rash and still so little! So this pleased me that a few drops made her bath bubble up nicely.

Rosie had a lovely splash about with her bubbles and some rubber ducks of course, then it was time to get her out, which is... lets just say not her favorite thing about bath time!

We always have fun at the next bit!  After a good dry and taming her crazy hair its time for bare bums and some baby massage. A bit of nappy freedom goes a long way and this is the perfect time for it. We have been using the baby moisturizer which comes with a handy pump (this saves lives when you're hands are lotioned up and you need a bit more!) and making sure to use it where she gets rashes.

I've heard all sorts of stuff about this moisturizer, people saying it clears up their psoriasis, eczema and rashes! So I will keep you guys posted on rash watch as Rosie seems to be struggling with them around her face and neck!

We loved both Child's Farm products and will be buying them again, its nice to know their range extends to all children too and hey, who said us adults cant use them too!

Watch out for a give away on my Instagram the_chigleys for a giveaway coming up, including a fantastic baby gift set from Child's Farm so you can also try out these fabulous products on your little one!!

*I was gifted these items by Childs Farm however would never tell you guys about products I didn't believe in and will only ever work with brands I trust and believe in.









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Oct 27, 2018

Only the breast for my girl...

I get a lot of messages about breastfeeding so I thought I would share our journey so far with you. Please know that although I chose to breastfeed Rosie, I do believe it's up to you how you feed your baby. I mean as long as you're not feeding them a doner kebab you're probably doing okay right?

I remember 19 year old Sam who ran out to the back of the office to tell the girls that my customer just flopped her boob out and fed her baby! I was mortified. How was I supposed to carry on speaking to her now? Where do I look? Does she have no shame?

I was also certain that if I ever had my own baby that I would NEVER breastfeed. Nope, not for me...no way!

I never really thought about that day again until I found out I was expecting. I was certain I was going to breastfeed. I never doubted for a second that's how I would feed my baby. I did prepare myself for a 'just in case' scenario and had that Tommee Tippee set that everyone seems to buy, but never any formula as I knew if it was there I might be tempted to use it.

I even went to a breastfeeding antenatal class with a friend and learned about 'the latch'. We were shown different feeding positions and the benefits of breastfeeding (for both ourselves and baby). We discussed potential problems and I was pretty sure it was nothing I couldn't handle. Yep, that's it. I'll be fine and will be 100% able to do this. No problemo.

When Rosie was born she was put onto my chest and fed right away with the help of our midwife. I was SO happy. Unfortunately, we were then separated for four hours as I had to go in to theatre after she was born. When we were reunited and taken to recovery we tried to feed again. Rosie didn't seem to be bothered, so we started harvesting colostrum into 1ml syringes and feeding her though them instead.

I asked a nurse for help who took one look at my breasts and told me they weren't suitable for feeding. "You'll need nipple shields so she can feed properly". This was knock number 1...I started to doubt myself. Rosie had been feeding well sometimes, but not others. She was also very sleepy.
Off we went home with our perfect little one, and on that first night?...wow! Rosie had discovered her voice.

She screamed and screamed, worked up to a point where latching her on would be impossible. After six hours of crying and failed attempts at feeding our tiny new baby, I sent David to ASDA at 5am to buy some formula. I didn't care...my baby was hungry and I was going to feed her. I held her right up to me as she drank it and only gave her 2oz of it but my beautiful baby was happy again. As for myself, I was a mess...why didn't she want my milk?

Later that morning, the midwife called to say she was coming. The moment she walked into our home I bawled my eyes out. I was desperate and we needed help. She gave me a reassuring hug and threw my feeding pillow aside and asked David to get two bed pillows. She made a T-shape between my side and the arm of the arm chair then placed Rosie on top in the 'rugby ball' position. My baby fed! She was feeding properly and I was on top of the world.

Just when we were getting into the swing of things at home, we had to return to hospital with Rosie. Her jaundice levels were high and she needed phototherapy. It's safe to say I was an absolute mess. I know it's fairly common but I didn't understand what was going on. No one explained it to me and I was certain I was starving my baby. I could only feed her at home in my armchair with the pillows in the way the midwife had shown me!
This was the longest night yet. I watched my baby scream under the lamps. Rosie couldn't see because of the eye mask they put on her. She was screaming. I couldn't pick her up and comfort her. "She needs as much lamp time as possible" they said. I couldn't feed her when I tried.
Finally, I lost my shit and asked for help. "Please you MUST have someone".

Soon after, I saw a familiar face...the lady that ran our breastfeeding class. She checked my breasts
and said they were absolutely fine for feeding. The latch was also fine. Rosie was just very sleepy. Once her jaundice had cleared up she would be much more alert to focus on feeding. For now she recommended that I fed her first from the breast and then to top up from the bottle. She wheeled in with this massive double pump (a Medela Symphony) and showed me how to use it. I got just over 5oz on the first go! We used premature baby teats on the bottles to ensure that Rosie still had to work for the milk. Slowly but surely we made progress.

After three and a half days Rosie was discharged. It was at this point where Rosie had her first 'cluster feed'. It actually started on the way home as we had to stopped to feed her in the car. I had NO idea about cluster feeding...I'm not about to pretend to be an expert here but from what I know, cluster feeding is where baby is feeding either constantly or with very little breaks in between feeds. This is normally due to a growth spurt of some sort. Either way Rosie was feeding for about six hours straight. I mean where did all that milk go?

Going back to our time in hospital I should mention that feeding in public was a huge fear of mine. We'd taken a break at the M&S café at the hospital entrance. Rosie was finally allowed off the lamps. I had carefully planned to feed her before we left our private room but here we were...I couldn't leave her to cry and go back up to the ward. My baby was hungry and I had to feed her. I didn't care about anything
or anyone else. Firstly I went to a secluded bench under a tree. I soon realised that my already sore back was having none of it. I returned to the café seating area and just fed her. David was a huge help, passing me muslins to cover up, but I felt so exposed. I kept thinking everyone was staring at me but in reality nobody cared. I was just a new mummy feeding her baby, probably looking awkward and clueless.

Fast forward a couple of months, I'll now feed my baby girl anywhere. I don't care if there are thousands of people staring at me, its just a boob right? They were MADE for feeding. Its NORMAL to breastfeed, and absolutely ridiculous for anyone to ever challenge that. I find it funny hearing about mens reaction to breast milk, I mean you put cows milk on your Coco Pops but human milk is an issue?

My friend Lucie recently went through a very similar experience with her beautiful boy Finlay, and it was some consolation to know that what I went through wasn't in vain. I was able to support her with her breastfeeding journey. They are doing amazing & its made me think... that's the way its meant to work isn't it, women supporting each other, and then pay it forward to the next woman and hopefully down the line more women that want to breastfeed feel confident and able to do so.

 I plan to blog more about breastfeeding, especially about some of the challenges we have faced. Rosie is exclusively breastfed and I have no shame in saying that makes me so proud of myself, and her! This takes two. My only hope is that I can help others in the same boat. I didn't have anyone to speak to back then, and I would never want anyone to go down that road alone.

Rosie aged 10 days - sharing her thoughts on those who have issues with boobing.



















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Oct 23, 2018

And then there were three...

29.07.2018

So where else could we possibly start other than my entry into motherhood?

I'd been planning a beautiful water birth since that little blue cross showed up on the 2nd December. I kept telling people the facts I'd learned in ante natal class. "Did you know you have 27% less room in your pelvis if you birth on your back?".
I didn't meet the criteria to go on the birthing suite due to a high BMI, but I overcame every obstacle that came my way. I was certain I would birth in the water.
Ironically the only water involved with Rosie's birth was the rain pouring outside after the hottest Summer in decades.

On the 28th July I went in for my induction. After some reduced movement I was advised that it would be safer to get things going. At this point I was already being monitored several times per week. I insisted that David go to work that day, but not before he dropped me off and we had a cheeky Starbucks breakfast on the way. I prepared myself with movies, books and snacks after being advised by so many that inductions normally take a long time, sometimes up to five days! I had a pessary inserted and two hours later I was in agony.
I was on my own in the fish pond garden at St. Georges, walking around to get things moving. I remember people asking if I was okay as I struggled back to the ward. At the time I didn't know what this pain was but I had already started contracting! I asked for some painkillers and called David to leave work..

I had a horrible experience being on a four bed ward...I had gone in on my own not expecting much to happen but things were happening relatively fast. I'm normally able to cope well with pain but I was groaning in agony. There was a girl in the bay next to me and her mother and several other women visiting her. They were so loud. If this wasn't bad enough, add in the fact that they were all FaceTiming other friends and shouting over each other to be heard.
I overheard them complaining about the long wait to be checked, and although the curtain was drawn I saw her mothers silhouette gesture toward me. "Maybe if you turn on the waterworks like this one you'll get checked earlier". I was gobsmacked that women could be so rude to someone in the same position as them. After some more comments and hand gestures I started to feel incredibly uncomfortable. I left the ward and refused to go back in. It was clear we were at different stages of labour but I mean come on, were all in the same boat right?
More fool them. I was moved into a private room with my own bathroom and happily settled down with my new trusty friend, gas and air.

I still didn't know if these were 'real' contractions as everyone had told me they start from the top of your bump but all of my pain was in my back and lower abdomen. I could only describe it as constant awful period cramps that were being ramped up to 100 then coming down again to a dull pain.

The rest gets a little blurry as I'm sure most mothers will relate. At around midnight after getting myself comfy for the night, I got out of bed thinking I needed the toilet and felt very wet. Everyone has this idea that your waters gush out like in the movies, so part of me wasn't 100% sure. Is this my waters? I was expecting them to be broken for me seeing as I was being induced. The midwife dismissed it as urine, but I soon called her back when my contractions seemed to be pushing more and more fluid. I'd ruined my brand new nursing pyjamas and lost the pessary. My waters had indeed broken and I was 1cm dilated!


I had this notion that birth didn't really hurt much until you were a bit further along, I now know that it's different for everybody. My induction had pushed my body into doing something it hadn't planned on doing for at least another 10 days! I was in agony at 1cm dilation but so, so very happy. Things were happening faster than I had initially thought.

I was checked again in the morning and hadn't dilated any further. I was going to have a gel pessary inserted a few hours later. I remember having a student midwife come in to do my checks. A student? I was initially fuming. Nobody had mentioned this to me. Why are they sending in a student? This opinion changed so fast as her care was second to none. Her name was Amina and I just remember her having the biggest smile and her name badge had a stork on it. She was incredible.

I was still contracting all morning and kept asking what was going on. Was this normal? Are these proper contractions? I was given the same answer...my body was doing exactly what it was meant to be doing and it's probably the only time pain was celebrated.
At roughly 11am I asked to be checked again and lo and behold I was 7cm! Time to go and meet my little baby. We still didn't know what we were having although I was 99% sure I saw baby boy bits on a 38 week scan. I was so sure that I had an online basket full of boys clothes ready to buy! I hadn't told David what I'd seen, but I did convince him that we needed a boys name set, as our girls name had been chosen about 7 months earlier.

I remember walking over to delivery which was only down the corridor. I have no idea how I walked down there and remember entering a very bright and airy room. One huge problem though...the gas and air valve rattled so loudly it was too irritating to use! I was offered and accepted an epidural from the anaesthetist, Greg, who was amazing and hooked me up right away. In all honesty I didn't know what to expect as there was so much going on. I didn't know what I should be feeling. A clip was placed onto baby's head as contractions continued. They didn't seem to ease from the epidural even after several top ups. Amina stayed with me the whole time. I'm sure she must have worked through her break! She had another midwife working with her who was also amazing.

I kept feeling the wire from the clip moving with each contraction and I knew something was happening. I suppose for a midwife my shouting "I think the baby is coming" whilst in the delivery suite was stating the obvious. They're going to come out one way or another.

This was it...after what felt like a lifetime pushing I was finally ready to evict what I can only describe as a train from my body. One of my feet pressed against Davids chest. I remember pushing with all of my might and not much happening. I pretty much announced that I wasn't doing this anymore. "Nope! I want a break please". After realizing my body wasn't going to roll with that idea I just rode out the rest of my contraction and cracked a joke. "Just casually laying here with a babies head half out of my vagina. How's your day going?"
I decided to crack on and get this baby out. At 14:40 on Sunday 29th July, my beautiful baby was born. I was a mother. Baby was laid on my chest and David was invited round to check the gender and cut the cord. His face lit up..."Meet Rosie". To this day I still can't believe we have a little girl, I was SO sure we were having a boy.

Rosie had her first feed with Amina's help. I had an injection to help my placenta come out. I wont go into too much detail about this part but to cut a four hour story short, my placenta had got stuck. I was taken to theatre where we realized my epidural had not worked after all. After several more failed attempts at an epidural they administered a spinal. I was in the most awkward of positions and the anesthetist was incredible, and so so friendly.  I had to have my placenta manually removed, I won't go into detail describing how that was done but it's safe to say that wasn't my favourite thing to do that day.
I didn't stop crying the entire time, I missed my precious baby. One of the midwives, Hollie, kept coming in and reassuring me that Rosie was okay. She held my hand and calmed me down, talking to me about where she was from. I'm so grateful for her being there.

I was taken into recovery and after the longest wait, David walked in with my beautiful baby, my incredible Rosie. The most beautiful and perfect thing I ever did lay my eyes on.

Even though my water birth never happened, I don't have any regrets or feel disappointed. My beautiful baby was born healthy and we were all looked after so well. Don't get me wrong I still pull a face when people talk about childbirth but it's only been a couple of months!

My advice to anyone expecting would be to relax. Have a 'preference' if you wish, and be educated on all of your options. Don't be afraid to ask questions. I was told a firm "NO" to a waterbirth, but after some discussions it was an option. It's ironic that the second they said I could have my birth preference it suddenly seemed like it mattered less to me.

I could never thank the NHS enough. We are so blessed to have such an incredible health service available. The care we received was second to none. To think that I dreaded having a student midwife looking after me! She ended up catching my beautiful girl and was incredible throughout. I think it takes a special kind of person to be a midwife, I will forever be thankful for mine.

Amina and Rosie (One day old)


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Oct 22, 2018

Oh Hi....

I'm Sam...mother to beautiful Rosie and fiancée to her father (and also my best friend), David.
In my blog I write about all things breastfeeding, weight loss, my journey as a first time mum and the adventures we create on the way. 


Historically I lost just over 16 stones (227lbs / 103 kilos) with a weight loss company using meal replacements. After stepping away from that world I gained a little, but then managed to maintain for a while by eating healthily and working out. I had finally found my own mojo and operating rhythm. Although I didn't weigh myself anymore I knew I felt good and was getting back in shape.

On the 2nd December I chucked a "just to be on the safe side" pregnancy test in my shopping basket. This and a lovely bottle of red to go with our lasagne that evening. My world changed in a second, and to cut a 9 month story short (don't worry, I'll elaborate more in the blog) along came Rosie. 

My opinions are my own and I will always be honest in my blogs about any brands that I am working with and will only ever work with brands and products that I believe in.

In this blog I hope to share my little world with like minded people and hopefully help some of them along the way. Please feel free to get in touch if you have any questions, would like to work with me or just want to say "Hello".
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