I am new to parenting and writing.
Why did I start (writing, that is)? My daughter, Hannah, went from newly-born to six months old in the blink of an eye. What had begun with feeling like a never-ending slog through three-hourly feeds, breast pumps and bottles, forty minute sleep cycles and weird, tar-like pooey nappies, had now developed into interactivity, personality and solids (food and poos). As the initial days of parenthood (not to mention the months preceding) faded into distant memory, I began to worry. My memory has never been the greatest – I struggle to recall most of my childhood and teenage years. Even much of my twenties feels like it’s viewed through a fog. I didn’t want the same thing to happen with my memories of Hannah as a baby.