I am spending 24 hours home with Emma, trying to catch up with what is happening in her wee life. As you can imagine, she is struggling to comprehend the situation and has found various means of coping with it. Like her daddy, she has resorted to chocolate for comfort and like her mummy, she gurns and moans over every small inconvenience…Being home with her and trying to recreate some normality would hopefully see her settling a bit and starting to eat proper food again. Two days ago we had a chat with the hematologist looking after Georgie. As his case is so rare (she was telling us that the medical journals have only 60 cases documented of his condition, with only one other baby his age having ever had this before!) she is still learning herself. She told us that in the next few days and weeks she will try and contact experts in the area, both in Europe and elsewhere, and try and get their opinion on the outcome of this situation. As …

If you have been following my blog for the past few months, you know by now that it hasn’t been an easy ride for me, having a baby. Not the first time with Emma, not the second time around with Georgie. We have dealt with stomach troubles with both. Diagnosed with reflux, they both struggled for the first three months to sleep for stretches longer than 45 minutes to an hour, cried uncontrollably at times and required me to enroll help, with my mum moving in with us both times for months on end… So you can imagine that I treasure peace and I seek to keep my babies as comfortable as I possibly can. I have convinced the doctors this time too to put George on special milk, in case he suffers from food intolerance. I go to bed ridiculously early, to ensure the baby gets the rest he desperately needs. I have no social life whatsoever at the moment because my kids are my priority. But there are things that enrage me as …

It has been ages I linked to the Living Arrows. Actually, it has been ages since I wrote anything decent on my blog. So, here is a rusty attempt at it! Emma, since I last wrote about you, you settled a good deal! It helped that you stopped going to the childminder, it was explained to me by experts that you were feeling kicked out of your own house by your little brother, I am sure that didn’t feel very nice!Daddy and I made conscious efforts to spend time with you alone, so that you feel reassured of our love. Here is us having coffee in Belfast, while Bica minded Georgie at home: You are happy enough to play on your own once you get home from playgroup and your Bica is constantly in awe of your games and the richness of your imagination and play! These last couple of weeks you were home, as you had your holidays, and she was able to enjoy seeing you around, being part of your coffee shop “clientele” …