I feel a bit of a fraud writing this post, because if you know me then you’ll know that I’m not a ‘beauty blogger’. In fact, just that thought makes me snort laugh a little. But, having lived with sensitive skin problems for many years, I feel that I’ve got a bit of clout on this topic now. I’ve always had mild eczema on my face but the symptoms flared after the birth of my daughter. Some kind of hormonal craziness happened when my periods returned and my face bore the brunt of this (poor face). I spent hours scouring the internet looking for answers, I bought and tried every ‘miracle’ cream, switched to completely natural products and popped every vitamin under the sun, mostly a total waste of money. I saw skin and allergy specialists, but nothing worked until I made a connection. Post baby I’d developed an allergy to the wholesome banana. Weird.
Toddlers, the mini tyrants of this world. They are the Kim Jong-un of the small persons world. We love them but toddlers are hard work, fact. Anyone saying otherwise is delusional, lying, or has help. And despite being so little, they contain a huge amount of energy that springs into action from the moment they open their eyes in the morning. I’ve yet to find an off switch. Especially when mummy has a hangover. When I think back to those early hazy days with a new-born, they’re like the holy grail. Okay, okay so there are some sleep issues and you’re running on empty, but when you finally venture out of the house, leaky boobs strapped down and downstairs bits not aching anymore, you can generally sit (or do the manic rocking holding the baby) and drink coffee and actually talk to friends. And I mean, actually have a proper five minute conversation uninterrupted. You’re not having to physically grapple muffins you haven’t paid for from a small child, and you’re not having to chase after your child whose legged it with the next tables pastries. As I attempted some menial tasks recently which the kid was making rather difficult, I started thinking about all of the easy, simple things we should be able to do that are made impossible or certainly a tad more stressful because of little people. Obviously this list could go on for ever, but here are a few things that sprang to mind.
This isn’t a post a such, more a little note to say a thank you to everyone who reads this blog. After my last post, I received some lovely, heartfelt messages from friends and readers alike. I realised that often when I write these personal pieces, I get a little outpouring of love and that’s a wonderful thing, it really makes me happy. What I write, I don’t do so for sympathy or in the hope of getting these messages, I’m not writing to get attention but the fact that I do is really heart warming. It’s good to know that people out there care about you. It’s nice to get that text saying, ‘Are you OK Em?’ and it’s nice that people just know what’s going on in my life so I don’t always have to explain things. Thanks guys (cue cheesy picture of me looking happy)
After a planes, trains and automobiles style journey to The Royal Albert Hall (because of course, it was the one and only night it decided to snow which meant the trains went up the spout) Me and the Mr arrived late, somewhat stressed and ready for a glass of wine. Which saw dry January go out of the window. Oh well, when needs must! As we settled into our seats I wasn’t too sure what to expect from Amaluna, my first Cirque Du Soleil show. The Mr had been to one in Vegas and described it to me as, ‘a bit like a posh circus’. So could I expect cannon firing and tight-rope walking? Well, not quite but essentially, a ‘posh circus’ is a good description of what Cirque Du Soleil is. But as I soon saw for myself, there is much more to it than this.
I stumbled upon the term Secondary Infertility during one of my many Google searches last year. The phrase empowered me somewhat, because suddenly what I was experiencing had a name! This was good, it meant I could find a resolution and get to the bottom of things. But, it hasn’t been so. I didn’t think my husband and I would be that couple who’d have problems getting pregnant second time round, that happens to other people right? That wouldn’t happen to us? But here we are, a year and a half down the line and still no baby joy. After having a really early miscarriage in December 2015, I’m now experiencing what is known as ‘Secondary infertility’ (SI). Doctors describe it as, ‘the inability to conceive or carry to term a second or subsequent child’ and SI now accounts for six out of 10 infertility cases. The reasons could be a number of factors, but experts say it might be because women are having babies later in life, they’re stressed and tired already with their first child or from work, there might be a hormonal imbalance after their first pregnancy or there might be an underlying medical cause. In my case, there is no set explanation, there’s nothing physically wrong, things quite simply just aren’t happening.