Little Green Fingers I’ve always had an interest in growing my own vegetables. When I was a little girl, living with my Nan and Grandad I liked to grow my own potatoes and beans. Basic kid’s stuff really. I had my own little pink gardening set. Which was stored proudly in my Grandad’s shed. Now, …
My Top 5 Breastfeeding Tips
1- Getting a good latch. Your baby must be latched on correctly with a large mouthful of breast. You should see more of the dark skin of your nipple above baby’s top lip than below. And your nipple should be pointed to the roof of baby’s mouth. And remember to bring baby to your breast, …
Getting To Grips With Breastfeeding
I always knew, before I even got pregnant, that I wanted to breastfeed. My sisters were breastfed and my mum always made it look easy-peasy. Once I had my baby, and started breastfeeding myself, all these horrific stories from the family women have come out. Stories of engorgement, mastitis, cracked nipples… and even the jealousy …
The First Family Sunday
OK, we have had a Sunday before as a family. 3 in total in fact. But Sunday 1st April was our first, as a family, on a day out. Apologies that its taken me a week to publish this, but British Telecom have not been our friends these past 7days. Now I if was to …
The Story Of My Daughters Arrival
I did not have the easiest of pregnancies. I suffer from something called Klippel Trenaunay Webbers syndrome. This means my circulation is very poor, affected by capillary malformation and my soft tissues are affected by some limb enlargement. All my right side is mottled by what looks like a deep purple coloured birthmark. It can …
Meet the Clan…
MYSELF (Hazel) Born as Hazel Parker in the winter of ’89. that currently makes me 22, if you didn’t (or can’t) do the maths. Originally from Milton Keynes, but relocated to Bedford last year. Don’t ask me why, but I did. I moved into a pub, and drank like a goldfish most evenings, nay forget …
The First Post…
Welcome to the world of the Newhouse Family. Stick around, because although we might appear a bit crazy, a bit ‘away with the fairies’, or even just a bit strange, we are, at the end of the day, just a very bit normal. Now I have a confession… (hush hush) but… I’m not actually a …