Warning: This post is super-duper long. I wrote it like forever-and-a-year ago, and have kept trying to shorten it for better blog/reader consumption. So much so, that I’ve actually removed quite a bit of the detail that might explain just how redbull intense our situation was. But its still long. So, grab a cuppa and settle in for a read.
For four months I felt the wrath of that fury. Very very acutely. As tiny as she was, beasty number two had me whipped.
Her cry didnt help much either – she had some other worldly sort of cry. You know, the kind of cry that eats your soul. Seriously. Banshee from day one. Which was quite suprising as madam Parker-Grace was a hypnobirthing baby – you know, all calm and stuff. Well aparently not her- rebel from the start, that one.I should’ve known I was in for a different kind of ride this time.
I gotta be honest, baby number two was Continue reading