Nursery: My experience.

After writing about how to choose a nursery, I thought I would discuss my own personal experience, along with the stigma and worries attached to leaving your child with someone you don't know.

I always knew that my daughter would need to go to nursery eventually. Leaving my job was never an option for me, despite being able to live on my husband's then salary. I actually enjoyed my job; the perks, the people and having my own income.

Choosing the right nursery.

When people think of nursery, the majority tend to imagine three or four year olds running around causing havoc. It's the first step before reception class in primary schools and years ago, children wouldn't attend before this age due to the high amount of mothers who wouldn't return to work before their child started school.

The parent I wanted to be.

I always knew that I wanted my own family. When I found out I was pregnant, I already knew what type of parent I wanted to be:

Baby wearing

No dummy

No shouting/telling off

Organic, homemade foods

No TV or electronics

No co sleeping

No sugary drinks

One.

The number one. Such a small number, yet in the right context is such a significant and important one.

This weekend the number one marked, for me, one whole year of parenthood. One whole year where I managed to keep my daughter alive and away from harm. I also managed a whole year of not pulling my hair out! Although I will admit it got pulled out a few times by my little cherub!

Who am I?

Who exactly am I? When I think of that, the first thing I think is a mother; not a wife, friend, 26 soon to be 27 year old. It is true that you do lose yourself when you become a mum, to do so is almost like a rite of passage. You will become an expert on baby poop, temperatures and what can and can't be done. In the beginning, all you will talk about is babies. That's what it felt like to me and in all honesty, yes I bored myself.

Five wishes for your children.

If you had five wishes for your children, what would they be?

Every Movement Matters

The first time I felt some sort of movement during my pregnancy was the day after my 12 week scan (turns out I was actually 14 weeks along). I was at a spa day about to have a massage when I felt what I can only describe as popping in my stomach.