The 22nd of April marked exactly 9 months since our little boy was born, so we decided to celebrate by planting his placenta in a special ceremony. It was a beautiful way to acknowledge his birth and pay homage to the miracle of life. This day symbolised the end of a cycle – 9 months he was inside my womb and now 9 months of being out in the world. It felt really magical.
It’s been three months to the day since I last wrote for this blog, and wow what an outrageously beautiful and earth-shattering time its been as a new mama. To quote Charles Dickens, its been the best of times (think gorgeous snuggles, those first smiles and intense love) and the worst of times (poo-poo nappies, uncertainty