29 June 2018

Just make something quick, he’s weed all over himself!

I treasure bath times with my son, I really do. If I leave work bang on time and speed walk to the station I can make it home just in time for a 10-minute splash about before bedtime. By now, my wife Anni and I were in a good routine where I’d have a bath with him, then she’d take him, give him a massage and feed before putting him in his cot whilst I made us dinner. Three months in and we could finally put him down to sleep (after a bit of a fight). It was working, just and even though I didn’t get to spend that much time with him each evening, we were all eating well and getting the minimum amount of sleep we needed. 

One cold winters’ evening when he was about two months old I planned to come home from work, give him a quick bath and make a hearty dinner for Anni and I. Rushing in the door I gave my family quick kisses before running a bath, stripping off and diving in. (This way I also got to have a quick power bath to myself each day whilst Anni got him ready, oh the luxury!). I lit some candles, put the Lion King soundtrack on and eagerly awaited my son’s arrival.
Splashing about with him I watched his little eyes widen as his body made contact with the water and listened to him gurgle as we squeezed a sponge over him. I felt all of the worries of life and work fall away, at the end of the day. This was all that mattered.

After about ten minutes his eyes began to get a bit droopy. Bath times are tiring for babies and we didn’t want to miss the boat for him getting a good night’s sleep. As Anni got herself ready to feed him in our bedroom I lifted him out of the bath, lay him on his towel on the changing mat and turned around to get his clothes, already salivating at the food I was going to cook for us later.

A stupid mistake.

I heard loud screams and quickly turned around to see my son urinating (quite strongly) into his own face. Obviously, this was not a pleasant experience for him, so he also decided to scream and cry at the same time, whilst dousing his newly cleaned body in his own urine. Anni rushed in, with that look in her eyes that mothers get when someone else makes their baby cry, picked him up and gently hugged and cooed him.  The poor little guy needed not only another bath to clean him again but a lot of hugging and reassurance from the both of us as well. Dinner would need a rethink, so instead, I just made some rice and seabass, which is so quick to cook but more importantly I also learnt a very important lesson about bath time.


28 June 2018

7 Things I Wish I’d Known About Pre-Eclampsia

Imagine being a healthy and working, normal(ish) 23 year old, pregnant with your first baby and being told at your 28 week midwife appointment that you can’t go home and need to go to the hospital immediately. Pretty shitty and totally unfair, right? Well, actually, it turns out they were bloody amazing at their jobs and I’m lucky to still be here 10 years later.


26 June 2018

Katie Piper Launches New Maternity Collection for Summer 2018

Katie’s new 'Mother' maternity collection currently consists of 27 pieces in a variety of vibrant block colours and floral patterns.

The range is made up of styles including wrap over, skater, bodycon and midi dresses, along with tops, jumpsuits and nightwear to ensure every mum-to-be feels confident, comfortable and stylish during her expecting months. 

Each piece was carefully selected by Katie and the Want That Trend team to ensure pregnant women can find the perfect outfit to embrace their bump at an affordable price point.


22 June 2018

A beginner’s guide to single motherhood

I have been a single mum, a lone parent, a solo mother (whatever your preferred label) for three years now.  There have been times when I’ve let it all get on top of me and overwhelm me.

My son was five months old when I left his father.  Single motherhood was never my plan.  I had been with his father for six years.  Our son was definitely planned.  I doubt I am the only person to say that parenthood changes everything.  Parenthood always changes everything.

I once read that becoming a mother is like finding another room in your house.  A new and exciting room that you never knew was there.  Apparently the new room that is motherhood expands your horizons and enables you to explore different aspects of your personality and character. 

For me, becoming a mother was more like a total house refurbishment.  It was like taking the roof off my house and moving all of the walls.  All of a sudden the light shone in and lit up the unsavoury and uncomfortable aspects of my life that I had hidden in dark corners and under the furniture.  All of the uncomfortable aspects of our relationship that I’d hidden under the carpet were suddenly in the spotlight.  All of the clues as to different values, religions, upbringing, the fact that we had different views on parenting and family life were suddenly in sharp relief. 

There was not one reason why I left my son’s father.  There were a million and one reasons. 

No-one chooses to become a single parent.  Even mothers who become single mothers ‘by choice’ are women who desperately want a child, but just haven’t met the person who they want to have a child with. 

Single mothers suffer from the single mother stereotype.  The single mother stereotype portrays single mothers as in their teens, on benefits and as bad parents.  In reality, the average age of a single mother is 37.  Most single mothers work, and trust me when I tell you that we are not bad parents. 

Single mothers are also seen as silly women who make bad choices.  For me there is some truth in this.  I made a bad choice of partner, but I had the courage to do something about it, and of that I am proud.


21 June 2018

Why would this mum run two marathons in two weeks?

This April I ran two marathons – Manchester and London. “Why on earth would you do that?” I hear you cry. Well, it’s because I was fundraising for an incredible charity that is doing research and work in a field that I am super-passionate about: Pre-eclampsia.
Here’s my “why”…


20 June 2018


Credit to Andrew Whittington


5 June 2018

A Walk Therapy

Do you find yourself feeling trapped within the bubble of parenthood? Do the walls of your house seem to be closing in on you? Does the air feel heavy and make it feel so hard to breathe?
All this and so much more happens to so many of us as we start our journey through parenthood. New mothers, left exhausted and sleep deprived, unable to adjust quickly enough to the changes the new arrival has brought to the life you used to have. No privacy, no time for yourself, no time to eat, to drink, to take a shower. You lose the grasp of the reality and days become nights; you are lost, you are lonely, you are trapped; trapped at home, trapped within the tired and exhausted self, trapped mentally, physically and emotionally.
No one doubts your love and care for your new baby. You love them so much that you give yourself entirely without holding back, you live and breathe your child, doing everything to make sure your baby is healthy and happy. You devote, dedicate, you give your all, leaving your mental and physical health neglected because, in your eyes, you do not matter.
I have been through this, and I felt like I was disintegrating. I felt so lonely, even when people were around. I felt helpless, even if help was offered. I felt weak, I felt like I was failing, even when I did well. I was scared to speak and tell anyone how I was truly feeling inside, holding a brave front, masking it with makeup, acting like I had a good control of everything.
I struggled. I hated how I was feeling, hated myself, my post-pregnancy body, hated me.  I didn’t like to feel weak, I thought I was not supposed to feel this way. I thought I was not allowed to be anything but strong and put together.
How wrong I was!

Am I an adult or do I have super powers?

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