Anophthalmia, microphthalmia, and coloboma

The true meaning of beauty

The true meaning of beauty

In the last few weeks I have been taking some active steps to help myself. I could feel, and can feel, a hint of depression crawling back into my chest. I feel tired constantly. I’ve stopped running. I’m drinking too much. I want to change that. I can’t rid myself… Read more

A week of extremes

This week has been busy and mixed, to say the least. It started out with my last post being featured in The Mighty, a website which celebrates diversity and overcoming challenges. The piece was one I struggled to publish, because I knew it didn’t portray me in the best light.… Read more

Feature on Real Imprints

The lovely people over at Real Imprints asked me to write an original piece about the Peanut and me. I crammed a year of blogging into around 4,000 words and submitted it. You can read the first half here. The second half will feature on Thursday. Spoiler alert, we learn the Peanut’s… Read more

A night of lovely moments

Last night the Peanut and I had a late one. My usual bedtime of 8.30pm was pushed out to much later. No I wasn’t out drinking or partying or even at the movies. I was at my school’s senior prize giving. On this night, the year 11s, 12s and 13s… Read more

Rocking the patch

In time to step out with her newly coiffed mother, the Peanut’s eye patches arrived. We’ve only tried the leopard print so far, but I’m already a fan. Cute. And a chance to accessorize. If babies with no hair can justify wearing hair clips and head bands, this little pirate… Read more

One thing at a time

Twelve days and counting! We’ve been hospital free for 12 days, with the Peanut’s health getting better each day. For the first couple of days she still seemed unsettled and cried in the breathless way that makes me panicky to calm her down. In my head an imaginary oxygen saturation… Read more

Hope is a dangerous thing

A short note: Thank you to all the people who have stopped by and left comments of support. I have continued to read all of your blogs and check up on your comments in my absence. I cannot say that this is a full return, but I had a desire… Read more

Not the post I wanted to write

I do not want to be writing this post. It has been 11 days since I gave birth to the Peanut, and I have thought a lot about how much I wish I could be writing a different post. I was supposed to be sleep deprived and potentially emotional, but… Read more

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

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… Read more

She doesn’t know what cute means yet… But I do

I know Mr. Million and I are going to think the Peanut is gorgeous. Maybe not straight away, when her head is a funny shape and she’s blotchy and goopy, but very quickly we will be smitten. We will look down at her and see half of me, and half… Read more

She doesn't know what cute means yet… But I do

I know Mr. Million and I are going to think the Peanut is gorgeous. Maybe not straight away, when her head is a funny shape and she’s blotchy and goopy, but very quickly we will be smitten. We will look down at her and see half of me, and half… Read more

As a non-believer, I think I’ll just thank my obstetrician

Today marked our eighth scan to keep a watchful eye on our Peanut. The scans are spreading out in time now, so it has been three weeks since the last one. This means that for at least ten days between this scan and the last I forgot there was anything… Read more