As I begin this post it’s already 11pm and I’m sitting in my lounge with Quinn’s toys all over the floor and her clothes scattered everywhere in between. I’ve just managed to get a poorly Quinn back to sleep after holding her for 30 minutes and unfortunately she has a poorly mummy too, who has caught the stomach bug Quinn had over the weekend. So please excuse any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors that may follow…
I myself am also recovering today but not from an illness, my aches and pains are self-inflicted. At the weekend I ran the Colchester Half Marathon as part of my preparation for the London Marathon and lots of people were asking how training and fundraising is going, so I thought I’d write a quick update.
It’s said that a rest is as good as a change, and with a six month old with energy to burn and work being full on recently, a rest was what we needed. So a little over a week ago Sian, Quinn and I packed our bags (mostly of Quinn’s things) and headed off to Malta for a week’s holiday.
The question I’ve been asked the most since Quinn’s birth is, “what’s it like to be a dad”… since the days immediately after her arrival right up to today, her six month birthday, I’ve always answered the same way… “Amazing, incredible, she’s beautiful, it’s the best thing”, because for me it is and if that sounds cliché, well that’s because it is… because really what else can you say?
Christmas is a time for family, and this year we were really lucky to have both of our families together in one place to share in Quinn’s first Christmas. A special moment considering that most of my family live in Perth, Australia.
This is a difficult post to write. Not just that it’s written off the back of minimal sleep but because it’s about the more difficult and scary moments of pregnancy, a subject that people are understandably sensitive about. It’s also one that maybe doesn’t get talked about enough, and because of this you may be surprised to learn that one in four families will lose a baby during pregnancy or birth…
Family came first over the last few weeks so my blog has taken a back seat, but the advantage of that is there’s much to tell you about. But that will have to wait until next time, for now here’s a little update of our last few days… Read More »
This past week I turned 30… I know, I’m getting old right!?
Up until recently I could have forgotten that this year would be my 30th. I say could have forgotten because the constant reminders from friends, whose pleasure in reaching that milestone after me was palpable, meant that it was impossible to.
It was on this day exactly twelve months ago that Sian and I first found out that we were going to have a baby.
Thinking about it now it’s amazing to consider how one day or moment can change your life forever, and equally how that moment doesn’t have to be full of drama or fanfare worthy of a Hollywood film, and can simply be a few words said, or not said at the end of the day…
Up until now our weekends with Quinn have been split between our home in London and family in Essex, and before this one we’d not spent one completely on our own. So on Friday Quinn, Sian and I packed our bags (lots of them) and headed for the beautiful town of Rochester.
Neither Sian nor I are particularly good morning people. Previously, on a daily basis I would set three or four alarms to make sure I actually got up for work, and at weekend’s it wasn’t uncommon for Sian to get up just in time for lunch. However, neither of these things happens very often anymore because we have a very effective little alarm clock in the form of Quinn. Read More »