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Huffington Post - #BirthDiaries

Harlow July 2017

 I was invited to be interviewed by the Huffington Post UK for their amazing new #BirthDiaries series.

It is a series that aims to share and bring together different birth experiences and stories.

If you have followed me for a while you will know my youngest son's birth was a whirlwind unplanned 50 minute home birth after some fajitas for tea!

You can read my full birth story here.

I believe it is so important to share our diverse birth stories to show the difference between them and how much they can vary. There is no perfect birth.

 This is also why I am a supporter of the amazing Make Birth Better Network, and have recently taken part in there #EveryWordCounts campaign.

My advice of you are a parent to be about to give birth and a snippet from the interview...

"Don’t fixate on what you’ve seen in the media and what your image of birth is. The chances are, it’s not going to go that way. We are given an unrealistic image of what a good birth is, so when things don’t go to plan we feel like we’ve failed. But here’s the thing: there is no such thing as a perfect birth. They are all different. They rarely go to plan. Expect the unexpected and just go with it.”

 To read the full article, please click here to be taken to it.

 Now, who wants fajitas for tea?


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