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18.01.2022 Last night I cried myself to sleep. Big, messy, heartbroken tears soaked my pillowcase as Andy hugged me tightly. It was the 8th October yesterday and I’d realised that I’d missed my Dads birthday this week. How could I have missed it? It’s such an important day to me. I’d mentally made note on Tuesday that I wanted to light his candle and sit quietly with his ashes the next morning, but caught up in the day I had completely let it slip.... I felt like the worst daughter in the world. How could I have forgotten? How had I let everything else become more important? I asked Andy for my Peter Rabbit - the stuffed animal Dad had gotten me before he’d passed - the one with his voice box recorded from the last weeks of his life. He grabbed it without hesitation and pulled me back into his arms before a fresh round of sobs started. You’re my princess. You’re my princess. I love you. Just hearing his voice broke my heart a little more. It’s been 3 birthdays without him here on earth and the grief is still just as fresh today as the day he passed. And here I sit, on the locker room floor writing this with puffy bloodstained eyes after another cry. Because he would have turned 67 this year if cancer hadn’t taken him from us. Grief is not linear. It doesn’t have a time line. It doesn’t wait for quiet moments or privacy. It comes out of no where like a sneeze. I miss you every day dad and I promise I won’t forget again.

16.01.2022 This is the face I make when I hear of people taking the most ridiculous advice or information from ill informed people on the internet. But I seriously, as much as I want to scream at my phone, I have to stop myself and remember that my birth nerd brain is not something I was born with. It was crafted from 6 gruelling years of university study, hundreds of days and nights spent researching, and thousands of dollars spend continuing my education through professional developm...ent. Instead of being a twat and sitting here on my high horse, I want to share my brain with my people to get the right information out there! And what better way to do that then social media So I’ve complied a list of the most mis-informed topics I see regularly, and I’m going to make a series of blog/social media posts shares the most up-to-date facts that my research ready fingers can find! But I want to know what YOU are interested to know as well! Keen to find out about what’s really involved in an induction? Or if that stretch and sweep will actually put you into labour? Want to know what evidence says about vaginal exams or the use of synthetic oxytocin? Send me a message or comment of this post and I’ll add it to my list. I’ll be spending a good chunk of my weekend writing these so the more the better

07.01.2022 Birth is the foundation of all life Every living creature was born into this world by some means - whether that be the birth of a baby bird from an egg, or a new leaf springing from the branch of the mother plant. For mammals at least, the way in which we enter the world has a significant impact on our future life. Birth leaves an imprint on our life line. It moulds the person we are going to become. It alters our DNA and the DNA of our children and grandchild through epi...genetics. It can quite literally change the path of our future generations. Yet we are constantly fed the bullshit notion that at the end of the day, all that matters is a healthy baby!. But what does the word ‘healthy’ mean? Is it an infant born peacefully into it’s mothers/fathers arms? A baby who was treated with love and care from all persons attending the birth? Or is it an infant was born alive and breathing, without obvious physical signs of harm? Regardless of the environment or way in which they arrived? Is it a baby who is born to a mama who felt empowered, respected and loved during her labour and birth? Or is it a baby born to a traumatised mama who was mistreated during the most vulnerable time in her life? To me there are STARK differences between the two. But society doesn’t seem to agree, nor do they want to acknowledge the non-physical signs of health. Did you know that infants who experience trauma during their birth exhibit higher rates of aggression, anxiety and nervousness in childhood? Or that birth trauma has significant psychological implications leading into adulthood, including increased rates of personality disorders, anxiety and depression, substance abuse and difficulty creating healthy adult relationships. This is just the tip of the iceberg. We are constantly uncovering impacts that birth trauma has on health and epigenetics. We need to stop believing the lie that mental, emotional and spiritual health aren’t as important as physical health. I call bullshit on it, and you should too! We deserve so much better than a traumatising birth and the consequences that follow. So next time you go to tell mama that at least she has a healthy baby - DONT. Shut your mouth. Let her tell her story, and let it fire you up to demand better for our mothers, sisters, daughters and granddaughters.

06.01.2022 While reading yesterday I came across this quote and it really resonated with where I am right now. You see, I never used to consider myself spiritual. Like, at all. To me it was all woowoo hocus pocus. As a young child I attended a private Catholic school and was raised to be Catholic. My parents never pushed religion on me but I went through all the sacraments as initiation into the church: ... I was baptised as a baby I attended my Eucharist and holy confirmation in grade 4 to receive the body and blood of Christ We had our reconciliation in grade 5 where I had to repent my sins I was one of the head girls in our school church choir and sang at every Friday mass. When I graduated most of my friends went on to attend Catholic high schools but I went to at state school instead. As I got older, I became more and more skeptical of the whole concept of organised religion. I rejected the whole notion of heaven and hell. Don’t even get me started on some big guys watching over us making all our decisions I decided in high school that I was an atheist and refuted any idea that there was more than what could physically be seen and proven. But since losing my dad 2.5 years ago, that’s gone out of the window too. I’ve adopted the idea that just because something can’t be proven by science, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. And although I still don’t believe that there is some big guy in the sky looking down on us, I do trust that there are bigger things at play than we can see with our eyes. The universe has a plan for us and everything happens for a reason. Even my Dad’s death. Although I am yet to understand what his passing has to teach me, I trust that there is something, and that he is watching over me somewhere in the universe