Five things you might not know about breastmilk

Happy World Breastfeeding Week everyone! To celebrate, here are some knowledge nuggets about breastmilk. 1. The milk is not just the milk. Back when Finley was tiny, I spent almost as much time telling people about breastfeeding as I did actually breastfeeding. Being an Aspie mum, I didn’t always read the room. One time I told…

Where is sleep?

(Written in March, when Finley was 12 months old – before sleep training)   The gap between awake and asleep is at once so tiny and yet so huge, I think, as I rock my child to sleep. He is a baby (baby?) who fights sleep Maybe it is because he is enjoying our close…

Outlander: not all (fictional) rape is equal

Spoiler warning: Outlander (the first book). Content warning: discussion of rape, including marital rape. “The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means.” – The Importance of Being Earnest, by Oscar Wilde People keep talking about how good the Outlander novels are, and it just makes me bristle. I just want…

Since becoming a mother I…

Since becoming a mother I care a lot about the rights of mothers*. I have had an amazing breastfeeding journey** and I want every mother to have the resources to meet her breastfeeding goals. I am very keen to delve into this at some point in the future. I don’t like the pressure that is…

I am ready to forgive Purity Culture

[Content warning: profane language] I recently read Rob Bell’s 2007 book, Sex God: Exploring the Endless Connections Between Sexuality and Spirituality. I did it as part of my research for a small group course on Sexuality and Relationships for young people that I am writing. I had read on Dianna Anderson’s blog that this book was…

Motherhood Diaries #6: When Matt is away

When Matt is away, I feel a little unmoored, adrift. I have rules for when Matt is away. I am not allowed to bake bread. This is because even though it’s not technically difficult or super time-consuming, it’s just one more job to do, when I have enough on my plate keeping Finley alive and…

The terrifyingly loving gaze of your child

When Finley started smiling, at about six weeks old, I was overwhelmed. He would fix his eyes on me and burst forth in the most exquisitive pleasure at the sight of me. Like I was the most amazing human being in the world. I found it intimidating. I worried that with such high hopes for…