Postpartum everything – without the baby.

Recently, I started to lose my hair, more than usual. My first thought was 'that's weird, last time I lost hair like this, was when J was a couple of months old' - and then the good old atomic bomb, in my insides exploded, for the billionth time. I literally feel like you do, after …

Words matter

It's something we all know: words matter. But in this day and age, I often wonder, how often we think about this, especially regarding us from a younger generation. Never in my life, has words mattered to me more, than from the moment my water broke. Both the verbal, the written and the words not …

Honesty

Lately I've been thinking a lot about honesty. When I see a blog post, that states that it is honest or about something that's hard to talk about, I get intrigued and it makes me want to read the post, more than the average post. I remember, one of my many thoughts, whilst establishing this …

Mind-wanderer

It's pouring down, a symbol of how I'm feeling and I can't help thinking; if I were still carrying our darling baby - would our baby be kicking away? Would our baby have lots of hiccups like his big brother did? Would we still not know the gender? Would we've been coolheaded as we reckoned …

The water that broke our world

It was a Friday, the 9th of June, a day like most others. I had been working on different things, reading, cleaned a bit in our flat and put laundry over. It was around 15 o’clock and I remember thinking ’No, enough is enough, you have to sit down now and relax and put your …