You Will Never Birth at Home They Said

Friday 19 May 2017

This is a poem about the barriers I faced and the subsequent triumphant birth of my fourth child at 42. It is the story of my 21 year journey from birth trauma to ecstatic birth. It is also a story of quietly not being pulled into endless discussion of risk.

Hospital Birth can also be an amazing, empowering experience - the key being that a woman's informed choices are respected.

Sleeping On My Knee

Friday 31 March 2017

Life is at full speed in a family with 4 children.

Sometimes though it finds a way to make you slow down.

There are precious moments, when no matter how much you have to do, you just cannot do any of it.

I wrote this in March 2015, when child 1 was 19, child 2, 7, child 3, 5 and child 4, 2 and 4 months.

Tiny Toes and Baby Grows

Saturday 18 March 2017

I wrote this one about baby wearing my youngest. It reflects only too well those blissful feelings having him so close to my heart felt.

​I have also had the privilege of carrying a few of my clients baby's post natally.

Paediatric First Aid - A Necessary Skill

Thursday 27 October 2016

Guest Blog By Jo Duddridge - Daisy First Aid

Why Learn Baby First Aid

We’d all know what to do in an emergency right? It would just come naturally yes? Or, I don’t need to know these skills as my husband/wife/mum/dad is first aid trained.

Peaceful, Uninterrupted, Unassisted and Powerful Freebirth, South Wales

Sunday 9 October 2016

The room was darkened, curtains closed, the pool filled and brought up to the right temperature, beautiful birth affirmations, coloured with love by the mother were on display, fairy lights and lamps were lit.

It was in the early hours of the morning, when the rest of the world was sleeping, that this magical story of birth unfolds.

Already in her own safe space, she glides into the room, derobes and holding the hand of her most beloved husband, she is gently helped to step into the pool.

An overnight guest of the most lovely variety - wet nursing.

Thursday 29 September 2016

These photos popped up on my newsfeed this week and brought back some lovely memories which I thought I would share.

I have discussed in the past, would I feed another mothers baby, yes I thought.

On this particular day, I got to my phone to missed calls from a friend of mine, and a text asking me to collect her baby from the hospital where she was having to overnight with her toddler.

Feeding on the Floor

Sunday 25 September 2016

Feeding on the Floor Outside Door 3 of Harrods to be Precise.

Like a vagrant, people walked past me and stepped over me without a second glance, me and my invisible child, the 2 doormen there blindly refused to acknowledge my existence.