Showing posts from May, 2018

The terrible twos, a survival story. They really are terrible.


We started noticing a couple of months ago that our daughter didn't seem herself. She just didn't look to be as happy and we wondered what was wrong. Then the tantrums started... We hit the 'terrible twos' at 20 months. And there I was thinking we had a bit more time! Why???! What did I do to deserve this?!

Imogen has always been a smiler. I know medical professionals would tell me I'm wrong but as soon as she was born Imogen was smiling. She just looked so happy to be alive! Strangers in the street would constantly comment on what a happy girl my daughter was. So it's horrible to see her go from being a happy little girlie to a frustrated gremlin in a matter of seconds.

This is totally normal from what I've heard from every parent, but it's hard to think of that when you're experiencing a toddler meltdown. A couple trips out I've had with friends have turned into me trying to distract or negotiate with my daughter to…

Mental Health Monday: The "Worry-O-Meter"


This is something that I recently came across as a tool to help children address things that worry them - it's a tool used by social workers a lot when children unfortunately end up involved in the court system for a number of reasons, and it works like this...

There's a bright, colourful, sliding scale on which children can place their worries.

Right at the bottom, you have the TINY WORRIES, then next up you have the LITTLE WORRIES, MEDIUM SIZED WORRIES, BIG WORRIES, and, at the top are the GIANT SCARY WORRIES.

Using this system, children can write down what is worrying them, and they can put them into boxes according to what is worrying them the most.

As soon as I saw this, I instantly thought that this was a brilliant idea for all children. As parents, our children's wellbeing is at the forefront of our minds, and those of us who have experienced mental illness want our children to grow up knowing that it's okay to seek help and to talk a…

Learn to love yourself


The title says it all really, all I have seen lately is people beating themselves up whether they are too thin, too fat, too tall...the list is endless, but when did it become okay for us to beat ourselves up this way? Essentially, we're torturing ourselves whenever we look in the mirror.

You could say that since becoming a single mum I have been doing a bit of soul searching and a bit of self discovery and gradually I am coming to love the things I used to hate. You see I am a rather tall being 5ft 9 and a size 14 with a bit of a bum on me, and I always used to harshly criticise myself for this but lately I've learnt to love my curves and my height, after all they're what make me, me. Besides, what kind of image am I setting for my son if all he ever hears and sees me doing is loathing myself?

I also have Excoriation Disorder which does mean my back, shoulders, chest and legs are covered in scars and skin blemishes which I still struggle to acc…

5 reasons why we should all be walking with our kids!


One of my favourite things about my day, every day, is my morning walk with my daughter to drop her off with the childminder. She's not even 2 yet, and this morning walk is already a part of our everyday routine... Why? Well, for starters, I can't drive, and secondly, even if I could, it brings me so much joy walking with her. Of course, there are the odd stressful moments of characteristic toddler defiance, but more often than not we are both enjoying ourselves!

So here is a little list of reasons why, in my opinion, we should all be walking with our kids as much as possible - whether that's walking them to school or to the local park, and no matter how old they are, the benefits are just incredible!

1. Children adore the world around them
Olivia is full of awe at everything - she's at that age where she is curious about everything that she sees, and where she is beginning to ask me questions such as "What's that?"

Walking outdoor…

Mental Health Monday: Postnatal anxiety and me.


As a new mum, I thought that the anxiety of leaving your child, leaving the house with your child etc. was normal. What I didn't realise was that not wanting to be alone with your child and having the constant fear that you would do something wrong and having your child taken away from you was not normal. This is how I felt 90% of the time and it completely ruined the bond I so badly wanted with my daughter. 90% of the time I'd be at somebody's house, or out of the house with people around because I was scared of being alone with my daughter. Scared that something would happen and nobody would be around to help me. Or if I did something different to the mums at baby group, I would panic that I was doing it wrong and my daughter was going to taken into care because I didn't know what I was doing.

I started to see this as abnormal when my daughter was around 4 or 5 months old. I saw other mums staying at home alone with their children and taki…

Five years later...


“Suicide does end the chances of life getting worse. But it does eliminate the chances of it ever getting better"

It's that time of year again. Maybe sometime, I'll shut up about it. But all the time I know that I might be helping someone else by talking about my experiences, I'll share them. 

In April 2011, I started to notice severe symptoms of depression within myself, after 5 years of battling with self harm. December 2012, I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and given 6 months of Sertraline.May 15th 2013, my mental illness took over and I decided to act on my negative feelings in attempt to end everything, as a result I was hospitalised. A minimum of six disastrous months on several antidepressants that did nothing for me.March 26th 2016, I was diagnosed with PND, GAD and PTSD following a traumatic labour.June 2016, it was suggested that I could have BPD1 year of mirtazapine and a 4 stone weight gain.January 29th 2018, I was diagn…

Hyperemesis Gravidarum Awareness Day


HG Awareness Day, also known as Hyperemesis Gravidarum Awareness Day, is being observed today! It has been observed annually on May 15th since 2012 to raise awareness of a dangerous and chronic condition that plagues many pregnant women.Here is Mummykind’s H to G (well, more A-Z!) of Hyperemesis Gravidarum for HG awareness day!  H- Hospitalisation - In more severe cases of HG, a woman may require hospitalisation. Treatment for this may include tube feeding and intravenous fluids to restore lost nutrients and hydration to both mother and baby.

Y- You. As an individual you know the limit that you can get to before needing help- bare in mind that with another little life thrown into the mix, you may need to seek help more quickly than you would do if you only had yourself to look after. A good rule to stick to, is if you’d need a doctor for a condition if you weren’t pregnant, you definitely need one if you’re are pregnant. Self care is important, look after your…

#MySundayPhoto 13/05/18


Hi everyone!

As you know from our post last Sunday, this week we have decided to ask our readers to submit their own photos from the bank holiday weekend! We had a load of lovely entries on our Facebook page, and it was pretty tough to choose just one photo to be our #MySundayPhoto this weekend!


We have chosen this one by Emma!

This picture is adorable for many reasons, but personally I love the very serious expression on the little man's face and the fun being had with everyone else in the picture! This shows that digging up sand and building sand castles are very serious business indeed!
Thank you Emma, great photo and it looks like you had a fab time at the beach!

Winter vs. spring: What's changed?


So spring is finally here, and with the change of season comes many other changes. Whether it be changes in your child, your life or yourself, change is inevitable throughout the year. Here at Mummykind, we have also experienced it!

Evie potty trained day and night not even within a week of eachother!I've got a new job that finally fits around childcare and my family!Evie has started to show off everything she's learnt at nursery since January.I've also started to learn to drive!The language Evie has been using has developed so much and her memory for songs and stories continues to amaze me every single day.
Jamie went to Afghanistan and now it's me and Olivia all by ourselves!!!!! (It terrifies me)Olivia has started potty training and is doing really well at telling me when she needs to go... but she also stands up and shouts "I did it!" even when she hasn't!Olivia learned a bunch of new French words and has started …

How to make VEGAN Heart of Te Fiti cookies


I was writing my upcoming blogpost about the best Moana party ideas on Pinterest (subscribe to see it when it goes live), and as I was doing so my daughter was just too excited by the pictures of Heart of Te Fiti cookies... So, of course, I had to make some, and we did them vegan style!

What you will need (this will make 20-25 small cookies depending on individual sizes):

250g plain flour125g Vitalite dairy free margarine (Flora also have a dairy free range)70g icing sugar1tsp vanilla essence1tsp/a splash of soya milk (we used Tesco own brand)A green icing pen

1. Pre-heat the oven to gas mark 4/180 degrees C and place a sheet of greaseproof paper on a baking tray ready

2. Place the flour, margarine and sugar into a bowl and mix it with your hands until it is mixed well and forms a breadcrumb texture

3. Add the vanilla essence and enough soya milk to make the mixture sticky - you can mix this in with a spoon to save your hands getting even messier!


Mental Health Monday: a poem for my daughter...


Depression is a friend of mine.
I know it's hard to understand, But there's something that I must explain: From the first moment that I first held your hand, I was overwhelmed with pain.
I'm a mum without a mum, And in a way I always was, So meeting you on the outside Was terrifying. Your arrival meant her arrival, Untimely, and unwanted Just like me.  The loneliness consumed me... I didn't know how to be. 
I was now a mother, determined not to let you down, Spurred on to be the best I could with no role models around.  Two short weeks and your dad left, too,  Back to work he went. I guess a part of me always knew That I wouldn't cope - Would have no hope - For anything getting better. My dark days became darker. I let you down, and couldn't forgive myself.  I should have fought harder, But a first-time mum is never believed,  Never listened to,  And never taken seriously.
My downward spiral became far worse, And I didn't know wh…