After the birth of my youngest, my back was a bit of a mess. It was after my first baby, too, but the second one really took the biscuit. I had trouble with it early on in the pregnancy, with ligament pain. It escalated from there. By the time I hit the 41 week mark, I was in real trouble with pelvic girdle problems that meant even getting out of bed was a nightmare.
During check ups, my midwives told my my baby was posterior, meaning facing the front. “Sunny-side up” was how my eldest presented too, and I knew what that meant- hideous back labour. One of the worst things I’ve ever felt, personally.
I’m not a big one for New Year’s resolutions, or setting intentions or even picking a word or mantra.
Sometimes, however, I set something for myself. I’m not strict about it and I don’t usually make it something terribly difficult. One year it was to get myself to the dentist and I did it. Go me! Another was to stop calling everyone “guys” because, you know, some people aren’t guys and it’s nice to be inclusive.
In a recent interview, he talked about becoming a father and the practical side of parenting. That being the side that rarely engages in, apparently. Russell Brand parenting is something much more otherworldly and sensitive. Or something. Isn’t it amazing how fast you can lose respect for someone you admire?