After outbursts over a missed school trip, Put Up With Rain worries that pandering to her son's emotions has backfired
"'I'm not going,' he insisted. Until about two weeks ago. When it dawned on him that all of his friends were going.
And now… misery. Utter misery. Tears at schooltime, tears during school, tears when he gets home, tears at bedtime.
I'm starting to think this situation is actually because of me. Maybe I've been too indulgent. Maybe I've been too soft. Maybe, by constantly listening to him, validating his feelings, I've made him a bit too self-centred."
2Boys1Mum struggles with the emotional toll of nursing, but says there are aspects of life on the ward she wouldn't want any other way
"There are days where things I have seen, notes I have read and words I have heard can't be washed away. Where the usual procedures for switching off my 'nurse brain' and switching on my 'me brain' don't cut it.
Some days it's hard to go back to the preschool drop off chit-chat and threading pasta necklaces with those things whirling around my mind. Real life child abuse and childhood cancer aren't acceptable topics at toddler coffee mornings. People's general reaction when they ask what I do is: 'I don't know how you do it.' Some days I don't know either. "
As Headspace Perspective looks to her second Baby Loss Awareness Week, she shares her thoughts on moving forward after losing a child
"Last year was my first Baby Loss Awareness Week. I was still deep in the darkness. Inky black complete darkness, the kind where you cannot even see your hand in front of your face. A prisoner to my grief. Angry with myself, the world, everything. The chasm between understanding me – understanding myself and this new life I had found myself in – widening. Relationships fractured. Some on the other side of the chasm. By choice or by circumstance? Can they be repaired? I don’t know. I hope so. One day at a time. One challenge at a time."
After completing her treatment for breast cancer, Baldy Bites Back reveals her anxieties about the future
"That day of my last radiotherapy – when I skipped down the corridor and sped out of the car park before they caught me and told me to come back – that day was seminal. I had left the hospital, I had left the invasive treatment, I had left the needles, the poison and the pain (mostly) behind. I had left the dreaded A12, that place peopled by the sick, the sad and the desperate. That day, and for the last couple of months, I wasn't one of those people, I was better, because I was healed.
But also that day I learned a new fear; the fear of what happens to my body while it's not being treated."
A mother and her newborn are like travellers in a strange land, discovers Wry Mummy
"Don't worry about the washing up or the laundry or tidying up for guests. You are nurturing life. It is incredible. It is also incredibly hard work.
Maybe your experience on Mars is different. Maybe you would have preferred congratulations and practical advice: how to cope with breastfeeding, how to do up a onesie, how to change an up-the-backer nappy in the dark, silently, with nothing but your last two baby wipes.
I can do all that too. But for now, I want to say – wherever you are in the universe – you are doing a fantastic job."