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Why welcoming my beautiful daughter into the world was the most terrifying day of my life
I almost died when my sweet baby girl was born at 27 weeks. It’s a miracle we both survived. My friends and family have always said: “Lucy, you were born to be a mum.” I wholeheartedly believe that to be true. But it’s astonishing to me, to think that the very thing I was born to do almost killed me. The most magical moment of my life was when I became a mum, in November 2019. As I held my beautiful son in my arms, breathing in his gorgeous newborn scent, his tiny fingers wrapped tightly around mine, I felt a love like never before. In that moment, in my…
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Talking Point: Why Do Men Feel Pushed Out By Their Children?
I recently read this article, about how former Corrie star Ryan Thomas feels less of a priority in fiancée Lucy Mecklenburgh’s life since they welcomed their gorgeous little boy Roman into the world. Ryan said: “I want the old Lucy back sometimes. It’s not that she’s not there – it’s just I’m not the main priority any more. Roman comes first. I just miss that. I said to her the other day: ‘Shall we just go away, the two of us? Let’s go away for like a long weekend or something’, and she’s going: ‘Oh I can’t because I’m feeding.’ I’m like, I just want to escape our parenting for…
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The Loneliness of Being a New Mum
Motherhood is wonderful, beautiful, magical. Every time I look at Theo’s happy little face, I feel so overwhelmed with joy that I could cry. I am so blessed. Every day, I ask him: “How did I get so lucky to be your mummy, Theo?” But it’s irresponsible to say every second of motherhood is easy, or even enjoyable. Amongst many challenges new mums face, motherhood can be incredibly isolating – which is something nobody ever prepared me for. But in hindsight, I wish I’d embraced those early, intense, lonely days more. And if you’re a new or expectant mummy, I’m here to tell you that those overwhelmingly lonely early days…
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My Pregnancy: Labour and Baby Bear’s Arrival
Throughout my pregnancy, I attended hypnobirthing workshops and repeated positive affirmations as if by ritual in the hopes these would help me to have the most natural birthing experience I possibly could. But from the moment it was decided that I would be induced, I knew this textbook natural birth I’d hoped for might not (and probably wouldn’t) go to plan. And although I was, admittedly, a little bit disappointed, I was too excited to meet my little boy to worry too much about how he would get here, and vowed to stay positive regardless. I knew that being induced would mean I’d be hooked up to monitors and –…
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My Pregnancy: What I Packed In Our Hospital Bags
When it comes to organisation, I’m a bit of a psychopath. Everything has to be perfectly placed otherwise I lose. the. plot. So, when it came to packing a hospital bag for me and Baby Lamb, I gave myself a good 15 weeks to make sure everything was perfectly in order. You’d think that would be more than enough time. And, if we were talking about any other expectant mummy, you’d probably be absolutely right. But in actual fact, the very same morning that I was due to go into hospital to be induced, I’d unpacked and re-packed ALL OF THE BAGS twice. And then I checked them again for…
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My Pregnancy: The Third Trimester and ‘The Big Baby’ Trial
The first and second trimesters of my pregnancy passed by beautifully. The knowledge that my little baby was safely tucked up in my tummy warmed my heart and it was so lovely to know that wherever I went, my little cherub went too. I felt like I was a member of the most special group – the mummy squad. From the moment I finally got my positive pregnancy test result, I was on an absolute high. When I was 26 weeks pregnant, Michael and I travelled to Greece for our annual fortnight in paradise – cue me dancing around thinking I’m part of the cast of Mamma Mia. I was…
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I’m Back and I’m a Mummy!
As I write this post, my beautiful son Theo (aka Teddy) is fast asleep beside me with his little clasped fist resting on my leg. It feels so surreal to type those words – my son. It feels even more surreal to say them out loud. I. Am. A. Mummy. Surreal, but the most magical feeling in the entire world. Nothing and nobody will ever convince me otherwise. I started blogging when I was 19 and although I loved writing (and it’s just as well, since my writing pays my share of the bills) I never really knew what to write about. Nine-to-five, seven days a week, I had it…
