Pregnancy Update Week 36


It was my birthday on Wednesday, and as much as I wasn’t in the humour of celebrating because I couldn’t see a thing I had a great day with the gremlins. They made me breakfast in bed and ate it too. They cleaned the playroom before school then wrecked it again just before we left. They sent me flowers and ate the accompanying chocolates. Joe even organised the family together for a cake that evening, I ate it with a fork in the kitchen from the box as you do and when the kids went to bed, and for breakfast the following morning. I do love cake, especially Superquinn cake. It was a great day and I even managed to sneak off to The Counter in Dundrum with the gremlins god mammies making it back just in time to celebrate Ireland’s big win. (more…)

Pregnancy Update Week 34 (and a half)


I use to blog when the kids napped, or when they were in bed. Now I’m napping with them or eating my body weight in crap. The blog is taking a noticeable landslide in the past week but bare with me, I’m sure I’ll have loads to be giving out about when we become a family of six in a short few weeks. (more…)

Thrombocytopenia and Me


Due to a blood condition, I will never be allowed donate blood but I’m very supportive of the Irish Blood Transfusion Service (IBTS). Today is World Blood Donor Day and this week also marks Blood For Life Week (13th-17th of June) and with this in mind, I’ve decided to put together a little post in hope that anyone in a position to donate will consider donating, or will help pass the message on that the IBTS needs your blood. (more…)

Bring Back The 90’s


Yesterday I got so excited when my six-year-old came in looking for an empty jam jar, and with the day I was having anything aside from teething, heat and waddling would have put a smile on my face. I knew in an instant what she wanted it for. She wanted to catch bees. Remember when we were kids and we spent our summer months crawling the muc hills collecting bees and those sticky balls to torture the kids on the next road? Yep, her need for a jam jar brought me back and reminded me what summer was about. Oh man, the 90’s rocked. (more…)

Pregnancy Update Week 33


I’m feeling very pregnant, up until this point I’ve pretty much winged it. Then this heatwave landed and it has knocked me for six. At 33 weeks pregnant I’m walking around the house half-naked, windows and doors open and spraying myself with mist every ten minutes. Did I mention I’m showering 3-4 times a day? I couldn’t care less what destruction the kids get up to while I’m in there. (more…)

Three Under Three – The Bond Will Be Unbreakable Won’t It?


It’s amazing what a bit of sleep can do for you. I feel like a new woman now that we have a solid routine, a strict one that I’m abiding too because as selfish as it might sound to some I’m reeking the benefits. There have been slip-ups of course but my kids have all slept in their own bed for naps and throughout the night. I won’t lie, I miss the cuddles something terrible but at 32 weeks pregnant I need the rest. Putting Kadie into her own room has been one of the best decisions we’ve made as a family in a long time.

Because We Just Need Some Sleep


The past month has been awful here on the sleep front. I’ve broken down in tears too many time to count in recent weeks due to utter exhaustion. Yesterday Joe and I agreed without argument (for a change) that it was time to give Kadie her own room – in hope she would settle better at night. Wishful thinking but we are at the stage now that we just need some sleep… (more…)

Mammy Guilt


Mammy guilt is well and truly alive, and it has really hit me in the past week. My first-born had me all to herself, and now she’s six and I’m pregnant for the third summer in a row. Last year I pushed myself, although a lot easier with just the one babog. We were up and out on mini adventures, exploring, now I’m overwhelmed with the constant needs and wants that come with parenting and small children.

Toddlers Be Like


My toddler is mad, fact. I really don’t know where I got him from. He’s a walking, non-talking mischievous little bugger. I keep saying kids will be kids to myself but my toddler has his own set own rules that he lives off. It’s his way or the highway… (more…)

How Not To Potty Train Your Toddler


So the boy is two and there’s all this talk of potty training, big boys beds and getting rid of his bedtime boppy. Now if you were to ask me I’d have said he was grand. I’d rather leave him in his cage like bed for the moment, at least until the new baby arrives. I ain’t got the energy to be chasing him around upstairs cause let’s face it, he’s gonna run a muc when he gets his new bed. As for the boppy, he’s a sleeper. Why fix something that ain’t broken? (more…)

Pregnancy Update Week 28


My dates have been confirmed, I’m still due on the 25th of July but my OBs would still like to induce me early. I’m gonna play it cool and just not gonna show up. Can you do that? Like can they section you to come into the hospital? I can only imagine two guards arriving at the door ‘I am arresting you on suspicion of not delivering your baby…‘.  (more…)

Pregnancy in E-cards


Aside from the heartburn, nose bleeds and horrendous restlessness come evening time I’m pretty much ‘sailing’ my way into the third trimester. It feels pretty awesome to be growing a tiny person again. Twelve and a half weeks left and counting. Here’s some of the funniest and relatable pregnancy ecards I’ve come across on the net… (more…)

Sleep Regression


We had a Public Health Nurse appointment this morning. Both babogs. I hymned and hawed about cancelling ’cause we had a really bad night. A nobody got any sleep night. My little babog is going through a sleep regression the past two nights and it’s taking it’s tole on everyone. (more…)

The Act Of Giving To Others Is The Art Of Following Your Heart


Teddies have a special healing power in our home, no matter if your big or small Teddy always manages to comfort with a warm hug. Back in January Kayla’s six-year-old Teddy disappeared from our Hotel in Disneyland Paris as we frolicked about in the parks. Unfortunately this trip wasn’t what dreams were made of as I spent the last day comforting her and making empty promises. I was sure Teddy would show up. He didn’t, we left France and Teddy was never seen again. (more…)

One Of THOSE Days…


It was grand this morning. No school run because the Big Kid was in her dads. Toddler had a lie in. Baby miraculously slept pretty well. Joe left a batch of minty chalk on the draining board. I had coffee, the real stuff, none of that decaf crap. (more…)

Pregnancy Craving Confessions


I’ve always had cravings during pregnancy. On my first I craved chicken, and as a strict vegetarian of ten years I gave in and licked buckets of KFC, something I haven’t been able to look at since. On Frankie I craved rashers, I couldn’t get enough of the salty goodness and I still eat it to this day. I’m no longer a vegetarian, I eat fish, chicken and rashers. And on Frankie, Kadie and Bump I’ve craved chalk, as in the chalk you give the kids to draw on the ground and black boards with.  (more…)

My Little Babog Is Not A Sleeper


We were blessed with Frankie. Naptime and bedtime he is an angel, excluding the clock change, that did throw him off but last night it was business as usual. I mention his bop-bop, num-nums or teddy and he’s thundering up the stairs – waving bye-bye, blowing kisses, the lot. We don’t see him till morning. Again, we are blessed.

Free The Elephants

free the elephants circus the big stop campaign

Today the boy turned two. He hasn’t a clue what’s going on but one things for sure he thinks his mamma and sister are bat shit crazy. We’re bursting into song, acting all Larry and making it an extra special day for him. We were up and out by 10am collecting his cake and balloon. Followed by a stop off at his favourite park so he could get his hands and knee’s all mucky. It’s been a great day! (more…)

7 Things I Hate About Soft Play

things I hate about soft play

Nothing increases my blood pressure more than a visit to soft play, my stress levels literally go through the roof every single time. I don’t know why I do it to myself but we’ve lots of midterm days to fill and the big kid begged and begged and begged. (more…)

If Toddlers Could Talk – A ‘How To’ Guide


As much as I would like to think Frankie has calmed down, he’s still as wild as ever. He’s a ball of never-ending energy. As he approaches the big two he has become more independent but he’s also getting frustrated with the auld language barrier. He has a total of 40-50 words but they’re mostly food or Paw Patrol related, banana and Marshall being the two most widely used. If he could put sentences together I’m pretty sure this is what ‘advice’ he’s giving to his toddler friends. (more…)

Disneyland Paris Tips and Tricks

disneyland paris tips and tricks

I’m a Disneyland Paris fanatic. We have been to Disneyland Paris three times in the past three years, I’m a real kid at heart. I’ve also been to Disneyland in California, a whole other world but that’s another days tale. We’re not long back, just a few weeks and it was the best little holiday I ever had, just the two of us. I’m already day dreaming of our next visit. Here I’ve compiled a list of some Disneyland tips and tricks to help you save some pennys, beat the queues and make your stay a little more enjoyable! (more…)

Birth Story #11 | Disaster Strikes On Route For An Induction | Cathy O Brien


It’s getting pretty close to my due date now, in fact, I’ve less than a month till little miss arrives. As each and every wonderful birth story comes in I’m constantly wondering how this labour will go. I’ve had three natural, spontaneous and very quick labours, will this one be the same? This week reader Cathy O Brien has sent her little Hannahs birth story in, from breech to induction to an emergency c-section she shares it all. Hope you enjoy this weeks installment. (more…)

Birth Story #10 | Zachary’s Birth Story | Boy Geeks Girl


Can you believe it’s week ten of the birth story series? I’m delighted how it has taken off, and the variety of birth stories that have been featured. Don’t forget if you want to share yours whether you are a blogger or not, get in touch. This week Katie of Boy Geeks Girl shares her birthing tale. It’s one of my favourites, the witt and humour, everything about how it’s written. Hope you all enjoy…

Zachary’s Birth Story

August 11th, 2014, was just like any other day, except… it wasn’t. I had spent the entirety of the weekend curled up in bed and feeling sorry for myself, but today was Monday, the start of a new week and I was bright eyed and bushy tailed! I was flying all morning, my homemade pizza dough proving, the floors were all mopped and I had finished the super cute citron & grey paper mobile for the nursery. Everything was on track as I still had three weeks left to go until my due date.

By the time the afternoon came, I was feeling a bit grimy, like I said, I was in bed all weekend, that added with my excessive cleaning and bread punching, between you and me, I was starting to get a little bit ripe. It was about 4pm, so I thought, screw it, I’ll go for a shower, it wasn’t as if I had any other plans. So I washed my hair, my body, or at least all the parts that I could reach (thank you loofah on a stick) and attempted to shave. I was feeling fresh and fruity and something else…

I felt dizzy and sick, I grab onto the shower door as I dry wretch and try not to lose my balance. Suddenly there’s a gush. Was it a lot? Was it a little? Did I wet myself? Did my waters break? Crap. This is my first pregnancy, I have no idea what’s going on. Right, okay. Google has all the answers. Completely naked, sorry neighbours, I waddle from the ensuite, down the stairs, into the kitchen, grab my tablet, and trudge back up the stairs like Jigglypuff in need of a hip replacement. The googling was a success. Following the instruction on one of the 32 baby sites, I grabbed a maternity pad, put on some pants and a shirt, and lay on the bed playing Candy Crush. Yes, really. I wait 15 minutes, stand up and check the pad, it’s a little wet but I’m not sure. Seeing as I was already dealing with a teeny weeny bit of leakage anyway.

I decide to make prepare dinner, if I had to go into the hospital, then I was making sure that I was already fed, plus, the dough was already made and it would have gone to waste otherwise. My brother calls me, to check up and to ask what my plans are for the following day. “I might be in the hospital tomorrow, ” I say, remarkably calm, “I think my waters might have broken, so I’m going to go in after I’ve had my dinner.” He starts freaking out, “Do you want me to come up? I can be there in eight minutes! Have you told Mum!?” I tell him it was all good, that Michael will be home in an hour, I was in the middle of making pizza and there was no reason to worry anyone until I knew what was going on. I promise to call him later on once I know what the story is. I then receive phone calls from my Mum and my aunt, because it seems, that my brother also can’t hold his water.

I go back upstairs to lie down and try to figure out if I’m in labour or not. Back to Candy Crush and scrolling through twitter. Some time later, I hear Michael come in the front door, he shouts “Honey?” I call back, that I’m upstairs. “Honey, you know how I love you…? I have to go to that conference in September, just after the baby is due.” This was too funny. I shout back, “Honey, you know how I love you…? I think my waters gave broken.”
He opens the bedroom door, “feck off!” He looks flustered, his cheeks are almost as red as his hair, as he looks at me on the bed and tries to assess the situation. “I didn’t mean that, oh no, oh this is, uh, really!?” I get up, put the pizza in the oven, Michael grabs my giant duffle bag and puts it in the boot of the car along with my labour bag and maternity notes. We eat and go to the hospital.

I get signed in, turns out, yes, my waters have broken, so they’re going to keep me in for observation and give me antibiotics because they don’t want to risk infection. I stay overnight and Michael goes home. I wake up the next morning and I’m sore. I tell the nurses that I think I’m having contractions, but she asks me how frequent they are and how long they’re lasting but I have no idea.

So there I am, noting my contractions on the back of a Lidl receipt on my knee like the ratchet Macguyver that I am. I hand it to the doctor when he makes his rounds, and he says that whenever I’m ready that I can go to the labour ward.

For what feels like forever, I’m on a giant exercise ball, with my face buried in my arms on the bed, waiting for Michael to arrive. Waves of pain are throbbing through my body, but I do not want to go without him, my anxiety was flaring up and I was terrified that he wouldn’t find the right room or they wouldn’t let him in, because of course.

Michael arrives and calls a midwife, I raise my beetroot face and mutter, “I would like the drugs now please.” At noon we go down to the labour suite, I get gas & air and pethidine. Yes please, and thank you. I’m not quite in established labour yet, so they tell Michael to go, get something to eat and come back. There’s no rush, this is our first, so there will be plenty of time.


I’m on the bloody exercise ball again, but I can’t stay on the damn thing. My back is in agony, I have a deformed spine, so we always knew that there was a possibility of extra pressure there, but holy shit I was not expecting this Final Boss level of pain! I was getting attacked front and back, I needed to lie down. I just couldn’t hold myself up anymore. On the plus side, I was connected to the machine that goes PING!

They help me onto the bed, a doctor, or midwife, or I don’t know, someone in blue, checks me, and I’ve dilated 4cm in 10 minutes. Everyone is surprised. Michael saunters in to see me on the bed and grunting like an elephant playing a trombone. He’s doing all of the right things, bringing me water, cooling my face with spray, coping with the vulcan death grip that is cutting off the circulation to his fingers and not complaining about it.

So here’s the thing, I kind of, sort of, a weeee bit, fell asleep between contractions. At one point I would wake up, push, then drift off again. The pain wasn’t so bad now, but in fairness, I was sleeping it off. The midwife asks if it’s okay to bring the students in so that they can see how quickly a labour can go. I’m like yeah, it’s all good! There’s already five or so people staring at the abyss that is my vagina, what’s a few more, come join the party!
So, yeah, to quote the midwife, I “react very well to pethidine” I closed my eyes and when I opened them, there was a room full of people. A room full of people, to whom I apologised for being noisy, during labour. Most of them seem confused. Apparently I was being rather serene for a birth, but I think it was all of the drugs.

Michael tells me that they were nudging each other and giggling, he also says that I was snoring, but I’ll never know if this really was the case.

It was getting close now, I was so tired, but I had to push, I had to keep pushing. I half expected blood to be trickling down Michael’s hand at this stage. He stroked my hair, his eyes watering, I later discovered that this was not the result of my death grip or his overwhelming emotion. He needed to pee, desperately, he tells me to this day that he suffered as much as I did. Arse.

Just one more push, they said, for the third time in a row. I wanted the pain to stop, I wanted to hold my baby and I sure as hell wanted them to stop saying that it was only going to be ONE MORE BLOODY PUSH! Part of me wanted to punch them, all of them, everyone in the damn room. They see the head, just one more push, just one more… I’m weak, “I can’t” I tell them, I feel guilt, fear and fatigue wash over me. I wanted to cry, I was ashamed, I had failed, I should be able to do this. “I can’t” I half sobbed. Michael stroked my face and told me I could do it, our boy was almost here. I just had to help him on the last leg.


He was out, and for a moment, there was complete silence. 3:48pm That single moment lasted a lifetime. There was a cough, a sneeze, then a tiny little whiny cry. I could breathe again. Michael cut the cord. The paediatrician checked him over, while I got stitched up. (They had to perform an episiotomy, yay.)

I looked at Michael, I felt like I was floating. “Did I do good?” He kissed me on the forehead “Yeah, you did good.” (He almost said, that’ll do pig, that’ll do, but he thought he might get in trouble.) They placed my baby boy on my chest for skin to skin contact, straight away he started feeding. Hungry little bugger.


Here he was, he was mine, and he was here. A whole 6lb 10oz, welcome Zachary Logan.

See, told you, it’s brilliant! Follow Katie and her adventures over at Boy Geeks Girl or find her on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. You won’t be disappointed, I love her blog!

For more birth stories:
Kadie’s Unplanned Homebirth – (My Birth Story)
Charlie’s Birth Story – The Airing Cupboard
One Born Every Six Minutes – Love, Life, and Little Ones
My C-Section Story –
Lyla’s Birth Story – Lyla & Co.
The Birth Story – Young & Hitched
My Emergency C-Section/Induction Story – Laura Begley (MLB reader)
Welcome To The Worl Little One – Mum I Am
My Birth Stories – It’s Me Ethan
My Undiagnosed Breech – Lady Nicci

Organix Goodies Banana and Sweet Cinnamon Puffcorn Review


A couple of weeks back Organix Goodies sent the babogs some treats in the form of their new Banana and Sweet Cinnamon Puffcorn that are due to launch this month. My kids are huge popcorn eaters, I think it’s a great alternative snack for little ones. I’m usually a huge fan of Organix Goodies, those little soft oaty bars hang out in the glove box of my car and in the baby bag, I never let them run out. Little life savers. However, these little flavoured Puffcorn treats didn’t go down too well, with any of the kids. (more…)