I was racking my brains about to what to write for the letter L… lochia, lactation, let down reflex… and Jays suggestion… leprechauns or leprosy. But no, I didn’t choose them… I chose LOVE. When you are young you think you know love. Your first ever boyfriend or maybe your first ever kiss, it means you …
In my A-Z challenge, today is the letter J…. jaundice. When Willow was born, she suffered quite bad jaundice. As an evil parent, I couldn’t help but laugh at her…. she looked like the Telletubbies sun. Yellow and Awful. *Bits lip and tries not to laugh* Jaundice is quite common in newborns and often emerges …
Sad news in the Newhouse home. Rocky the Hamster passed away. He was laying on his back, in his bed, legs spread eagled dead. He looked so (un)peaceful. It was probably a heart attack or something. O.k, I am not actually that sad. He was a bastard. I hated it when I had to clean him out or …
Now I never did this before Willow came along so I soley blame baby brain. You know when you put a load of washing on, forget all about it, go off to your in-laws for the weekend, return 2 days later to a washing machine full of stale smelling items? The only option is to …
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 …
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 …
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 …
