For a peaceful home, for a peaceful world
Last week we decided to move Frida’s toddler bed into our bedroom (for now the “family bedroom” I guess?!). Her bed had previously been in her room, but as we are still cosleeping it wasn’t being used at all. The few times I had tried to get her to nap in her room, it took…
Read MoreIt probably won’t surprise you to know that I am a big fan of attachment parenting – and more generally, doing what feels instinctively “right” to me. As such, we have bed-shared with Frida from birth (genuinely from birth – the midwives in hospital were horrified at my shunning the cold plastic crib in order…
Read MoreFor the last five nights Frida has been waking every half hour or so again throughout the night. To say that I am tired would be an understatement. Yet I am fine. I am happy. I still have energy to walk, to run, to lift my baby for the hundredth time, to sing and to…
Read MoreFrida was nine months old yesterday. Nine months! Where did that time go? I often look back at photos of her when she was just minutes, days, weeks old. So different and yet so absolutely herself. As I have previously written, I am finding this stage delightful. She is very good fun to be around,…
Read MoreI found having a newborn baby a breeze. A walk in the park. A piece of cake. When she was tiny Frida would sleep, want boob, or be contented to snuggle on our laps or in a sling, perhaps looking at a book or a soft toy. She slept a lot at night, and napped…
Read MoreOur baby is three months old. She is no longer a newborn. I can’t quite get my head around it. Time moves in strange ways – without work to demarcate the days, there are long stretches punctuated with short bursts. The first few weeks even more so, with the sleepless nights and incessant feeding make me feel…
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