Letter to Luke

Letter to Luke

This time three years ago, I sobbed as I lay on the bed in the birthing suite, waiting for you to finally arrive. My waters had broken 36 hours before and I was exhausted. Beyond exhausted. You were stuck, head turned and cord wrapped around your neck. Dad had been given a pair of scrubs and a hair net and was ready for me to be wheeled into surgery. I was frightened. You weren’t supposed to be here for another 6 weeks! Luckily, surgery wasn’t needed and at 8:40am, Sunday 15 June 2014 after nearly 4 hours of pushing and Read More

To mama with love

To mama with love

I vividly remember the first time I swore at my mother. I was 14 years old, viciously hormonal and desperately wanting to meet up with my friends at the local pool. They were waiting for me to arrive so we could waste the day, flirting and giggling and pushing out our non-existent boobs while we pretended that we weren’t interested in the swarms of boys that would follow us round.   Mum and I had been at it for over an hour and I was in typical teenage hysterics, made worse by the calm but firm stance my mother had infuriatingly taken early Read More