A fire drill, electrocardiogram and threat of early induction – not your average doctor’s visit

By on March 31, 2014

A fire alarm, the threat of early induction and two hours in the hospital for what was supposed to be a quick catch up were not what I was expecting when I went to Hutt Hospital this morning. But as my journey has already proven to be a bumpy one, I don’t know why I Read More...


A fire drill, electrocardiogram and threat of early induction – not your average doctor's visit

By on March 31, 2014

A fire alarm, the threat of early induction and two hours in the hospital for what was supposed to be a quick catch up were not what I was expecting when I went to Hutt Hospital this morning. But as my journey has already proven to be a bumpy one, I don’t know why I Read More...

A special post for Tessa

By on March 30, 2014

I started this blog as a way to get my thoughts out, start writing again, and as a sort of therapy for myself. But THIS is why I will continue it. While writing things down is definitely helping, hearing from other parents and mothers who have gone through struggles with their respective Peanuts has been Read More...



One week. Two appointments. Two very different drives home.

By on March 19, 2014

The first appointment was with the ophthalmologist. Our obstetrician had referred us thinking it might be helpful to hear from them before this Peanut shows herself. This was also the first appointment I was going to attend solo. Mr. Million had to work and I had told my Mum she didn’t need to come. As Read More...




Getting out while I can still fit between the desks

By on March 11, 2014

Returning to school this year came complete with the usual anxieties you would expect for a second year teacher after a long break. Would I have nice classes or would they hate me and try to make my life miserable? Would I have forgotten how to do it? These anxieties were compounded by the fact Read More...



Playing cupid in the friendship department

By on March 5, 2014

When I was five years old, making friends was easy. I remember striking up conversations with kids my age almost everywhere I went. I would casually introduce myself and unselfconsciously ask them if they wanted to be my friend.  I made new friends at the library, the local pool, the park. Anywhere I was let Read More...