You are so brave.  Four words I hear so often now.  I’m not going to lie to you; I don’t think I am.  I know that when people say those four words to me they are simply expressing, in the only way they know how, that they don’t quite know how they would react if they were faced with the loss of their first born child.  Let me ask you this though; what do you ordinarily do when life throws something your way that you weren’t anticipating? Something that is entirely out of your control.  I can tell you now that you deal with it; you might not like it, but you face it head on.  Why?  Because you have to.

Our home is by no means finished; I’m not sure it will ever be “finished”.  I am more of a serial re-decorator as opposed to a serial decorator.  It’s not our “Forever Home”, but that’s not to say I don’t want it to feel like we’ll be here forever.  When I walked into this house, I knew we would be at home here; I wanted to raise our children here (those hypothetical children who we are yet to bring home, of course).  The street is a peaceful row of beautiful Victorian semi-detached houses, the gardens sprawling and sloped with lots of room to create an inside/outside space; and the neighbours and community friendly.  I knew this was the house for us. (It also meant I could get a dog. Cue Boris).

Teddy.  Edward Constantine Wright.  Born on Monday 16th May 2016 at 6.45pm weighing just 6lb 2oz.  He was full term (well 4 days short of his due date).  I was induced following leaking waters and reduced movements, and was in active labour for six hours after they broke my front waters.  Gas and air got me through (and lots of yoga breathing, posing and trying to reassure myself “You’ve got this”). I must have guzzled down about two litres of Lucozade energy and eaten my body weight in jelly babies during that time in an attempt to “Keep my energy up!”

I often get asked by friends or followers on Instagram were I get things from. The truth is, more often that not, that I have probably made, painted or just done it myself. It’s not that I want to be one of those nauseating people who makes their own everything and lives the “good life”, it’s simply that most of the time I am so set on an idea or a vision that I just can’t bloody well find what I am looking for in the shops, or their online equivalents.