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  • Molar Pregnancy-Have you heard of it? 

    Easter Saturday 2012, we got those 2 blue lines we had been trying over a year for and we’re completely over the moon!

    I phoned my doctors and made an appointment, and told our immediate family, in our excitement we even naively started to buy odd little clothes as we saw them. 


    As the weeks went on I got very big very quickly, I was so ill, I remember when I couldn’t get out of bed mum saying, and I quote ‘its good you feel so sick, it means everything’s going well.’ I knew to expect to be tired but this was something else, and so battled on, after all I wasn’t the first person to ever be pregnant! 

    We became convinced that we were some weeks ahead or having twins due to the size of my stomach! Booking appointment with the midwife and bloods all fine…. 


    24th May 2012, we had moved into our new house the day before and woke up bright and early for our first scan, supposedly 12 weeks, I remember sitting feeling so ill but never  thought anything would be wrong, my name was called.


    She began rubbing the cold jelly onto my belly, it felt like forever before she said she couldn’t find a pregnancy and wanted to do an internal scan as I may not be far along, we knew this was not possible!


    After what seemed like a lifetime we were taken to a ‘comfy’ side room. The next few hours were a blur. I remember the words “no baby” “mass of tissue” “surgery” and “chemo”. Within 2 hours I was in surgery having a d&c, nothing had sunk in, as far as I was concerned I was in surgery having my baby removed. 


    It wasn’t until I had come round it was explained to me that there was no baby. When a sperm meets an egg but there is an imbalance in genetic material it becomes a molar pregnancy, sometimes there is a foetus that cannot survive- a partial molar, and others there is no foetus at all- a complete molar. 

    The body produces HCG in very high levels giving off very strong pregnancy symptoms, hence the severe sickness, so for 12 weeks I had been ‘pregnant’ but was now grieving for a baby that didn’t exist. My head was in a right mess!


    It was then explained that sometimes the tissue can start to regrow so I would need my hcg levels monitored by the specialists at charring cross hospital in London and if the levels didn’t come down as they should there was a possibility of needing chemotherapy. 


    I was one of the lucky ones, although I became very ill and spent a week in charring cross ready to start treatment, I never needed it. My levels lowered on their own. After weekly and monthly blood and urine tests confirmed there was no longer any HCG in my system, we then had to wait another 6 months to try to conceive again. That felt like forever, being told you can’t try for the one thing you want most of all.


    Molar pregnancies are very rare, but after having one you have higher chance of having another so all future pregnancies need monitoring, I went on to miscarry after this but now have 2 happy, healthy, gorgeous boys!

    Please don’t give up hope!




  • Would You buy this?

    Would you buy these for your child?

    Do you think they’re a good idea?

    Do you like the design?

    Petit Pli creates the most advanced technical children’s clothing in the world. All from the ground up. Children grow 7 sizes in their first 2 years on Earth and this equates to a lot of wasted clothing. Petit Pli’s versatile waterproof shells are pleated in such a way that they can grow bi-directionally to custom fit a range of sizes. The continuous size adjustment is a new way of approaching garment design, one suitable to high growth rates and discrepancies in children’s sizes. Petit Pli uses technical materials that are ultra-lightweight, waterproof and breathable because children are extreme athletes.

    They grow with child


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    Tops and trousers are available

  • Is This Doll Inappropriate?

    Would you be upset/offended if you bought a Doll like this and it didn’t have a warning on the box?

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    American Shoppers and Internet users alike were surprised to discover the You & Me Mommy Change My Diaper Doll at Toys “R” Us – a doll made anatomically correct for a male baby.

    In response to the doll, some Facebook users have called the toy inappropriate and unnecessary for kids. 

    Others have joked that it’s a unique way to end a “gender reveal” party. 

    Some parents simply requested that the manufacturer put a warning label on the box.

    Now I know my daughter has numerous dolls with male and female genitals and don’t personally have an issue with it, but what’s your view?

    Would you buy it knowing it had this?

    Would you have liked a warning before hand?

    Is it inappropriate?

    Let’s hear your views


  • No More Light

    NO MORE LIGHT 


    The males story is one that’s seldom ever told. 

    Only when a big case breaks the news do people hear and even then its one they don’t want to see. 

    As hard as it is to say, to put into words I SPEAK ONLY FOR MYSELF. 

    It was like hitting a brick wall. Confused I tried to shut down. I was only 9 and unequipped or prepared for such a thing. Quickly I was living in the moment and outside of myself and there was no longer reality. There were no tomorrows and yesterdays were spent. 

    There was always a pain deep, deep down in my heart. In my soul. Fear and paranoia ruled my would. Frantic to escape with no hope of getting away. If only I could find a way. But I could not see in the darkness. 

    And the light, the light never returned. 

    Please if you were a child victim or a male whom has been raped, speak out, get help, you are not to blame, the shame is not on you.

  • URGENT RECALL

    Please share and check you don’t have this in your fridge.

    Tesco urgently recalls Chicken Salad products today over food poisoning risk fears and advice you to bring it back in to the store for a full refund.
    The usual symptoms caused by Campylobacter are fever, diarrhoea and abdominal cramps, please see your Gp if you have eaten this and have any of the above symptoms.

    Tesco is recalling two chicken salad products, it has been confirmed.
    The supermarket giant has made the move because Campylobacter has been found in the products.
    No other Tesco products are known to be affected at present.

    But the Tesco Chicken Salad and Tesco Chicken, Broccoli, Almond & Cashew Nut Salad have been withdrawn.

  • Keep The Faith 

    A year ago tonight at around 2am I tried to kill myself, I had enough after struggling year after year with the black fog that is depression. Thankfully I was unsuccessful. 

    15 days later me and my girlfriend found out that she was 3 weeks pregnant. 7 months later we had a son who is a week shy of 5 months. 

    If I had of been successful in taking my life then basically I would be airbrushed out of this photo, I wouldn’t exist. I would have missed out on the best thing that has ever happened to me. That absolutely terrifies me to think about. 


    While I’m not going to lie there has been dark days since and I’ll always have to face this illness on a daily basis, it’s worth facing, it’s worth dealing with & most importantly it’s worth talking about, that’s what’s kept me alive I think, talking to people I care about & that care about me. 


    Anyway that’s my story about the past year of my life & for the first time in a long time I’m looking forward to enjoying many more! 


    Keep the faith x

  • Do You Work With Any Of These?

    The worst types of colleagues:

    In every work place you will have at least one of these colleagues and if you don’t your probably one of them.

    THE FAFFER
    The faffer always seems busy but hardly achieves anything, always running around doing things that don’t need doing.

    THE WANNABE BOSS.
    You know the type the power crazy person, who likes to tell everyone what to do but actually has no authority

     THE GOSSIPER
    I hate the gossiper, you can’t keep anything secret for long around this one, and if they have no juic gossip they will make it up.

    THE CLASSIC BICH
    You know the type, the one who is nice to your face but back stabs you at every available moment, and like wise your other colleagues.

    THE BLAMER
    This person always messes up but my God it’s never their fault, they constantly pass the blame onto someone else.

    THE MESS.
    The colleague who turns up late, forgets things they require to do their job and then leaves early.

    THE HOW THE HELL YOU STILL WORK HERE.
    This one does sweet FA, constantly lazy, never helps, but some how gets away with it, like seriously get off your arse and help.

    THE SICK NOTE 

    Yeah we all get ill, some worse than others, but this one will take a day off because their cousins dogs got worms. 

    THE LUCKY BREAK
    This goes to seniors, managers etc… ones who landed in a job they just aren’t cut out for.                                                                                        They hate you as you know the job better than they do!!

    THE HAPPY ONE
    Ok maybe they shouldn’t be on the worst types of colleagues list, but how can you be so damn happy to be at work, I’m angry that you’re happy here, it’s like hell on Earth.

     

  • You Will Never Guess What He Is Allergic to

    Now we normally associate allergies, to nuts, dairy and the norm like washing powder, pet hair etc.

    Some of which are deadly.

    So when I received a call to collected my 3 year old son from a birthday party because he had a rash and was vomited, I assumed he had a viral infection, only when he started struggling to breathe did I realise we were in real danger.

    We rushed to hospital to be told he was having a severe allergic reaction.

    Once he was better they conducted numerous tests to try and determine what had caused it, I had to keep a food diary.

    After 5 months we were still none the wiser and I was living in constant fear that we would discover what caused it by accident and my little lad could have another reaction. 

    One sunny Monday afternoon the ice cream van pulled up and my 3 children wanted to get a treat. 

    I was fine about it, knowing that my son had ice cream before and was fine, my other son asked if he could have a drink instead.

    My eldest bought a fizzy orange drink he drank the majority and off he went to play on his laptop.

    My little lad picked up the orange drink and drank the last few sips, within a matter of minutes the old rash appeared and I rushed him back to hospital… this time with the bottle of orange.

    More tests were carried out and we discovered my lad is allergic to the Colouring (Beta Carotene).

    I’m happy about this, it’s so easy to avoid and won’t effect his life as long as he checks labels.

    I’ve never met another child allergic to fizzy orange. 

  • I Help And Support My Childs Abuser 

    I want to share my story, the story of how i knowingly let my sons abuser move in every weekend.This is how I lost the support of my family but I feel I did the right thing.
    My son was 2, a happy, mischievous blonde haired lad, a boy who never failed to make me smile.

    He was always happy, until September 3 years ago.

    He became quiet and timid and was struggling to use the toilet, his bottom bled, I put it down to him straining too hard.

    After a day of spotting I took him to the Doctor, my son screamed and screamed when the doctor tried to take down his trousers.
    Once we had managed to take down his trousers and pants and the Doctor examined him, he discovered he had a large anal tear, we rushed to hospital.
    At the hospital he was again examined but had to be sedated as he became so distressed, the police and social services arrived.
    I was taken to the family room and spoken to, they said they think my son had been abused.
    They asked for a list of people who had recently been in contact with my son.
    As a lone parent and my son not at nursery yet the list was short. My father, my sister, my brother in law and my 11 year old nephew.
    When the police spoke to them all my nephew confessed to raping my son.
    Eventually he was sentenced to 6 months in a juvenile detention centre. 

    I went to visit him and spoke to him at length, his mum and dad had disowned him.

    He apologised and he told me he didn’t know it was wrong.
    How could he not know?

    Surely my sons cries would make him stop?

    The blood running down my sons legs?

    I questioned him, he confessed that his father (my brother in law) did it to him all the time, ever since he can remember and he always cried and called out, he bled, he thought it was normal.

    My poor nephew had been abused all his life…

    I helped him report it, but no charges were ever made as who would believe the word of a child rapist with no evidence.
    I decided I would would help him when he came out, after all my son and my nephew were both victims here.
    My son luckily had no memory of the incident and was back to his normal happy self.
    Social services and the courts were obviously reluctant to release him into my care, but agreed he could stay at weekends away from his new foster carers if I put special measures in place.
    My nephew has the loft room, which I have to lock of a night, my son and nephew are never aloud alone together and social services visit once a month.
    He’s been staying with us a year now and both my son and nephew are healing, my family have walked away from us, they do not support us.

    They do not see a broken boy who just needs guidance and love they see a rapist and a fool and a victim.