Margate Birthkeeper

03/08/2023

23/02/2022

Just putting this here for anyone that needs to hear it.

09/02/2022

Shaking things up a bit… it’s been a tough couple of years for everyone but new Mums have really taken a hit. I had a baby in the middle of the pandemic and it’s been ALOT! My new website (and hopefully a blog) are coming soon. In the meantime, I’m still here for you! 👋 Send me a DM or email if you need some support. Sending love to you all x

31/12/2021

Going into 2022 like… 😍💫

Love yourself
Trust yourself
Embrace the chaos
Remember to hydrate 😂✌️

11/06/2021

June = Peonies and birthdays 🌺🎂

19/05/2021

24/12/2020

One good thing that came out of 2020. Nell Rosetta Wren. Merry Christmas everyone ❤️

10/08/2020

Postpartum.
Floored again by this journey.
Recalling and living, sometimes both at once; moments of deepest despair and profoundest joy.
The knife-edge feeling of willing these early days to be over and yet desperately trying to claw them back as they pass. Time moves too fast and not fast enough.
I stare in wonder at this human.
Stroke her... Feel her warmth...Inhale her head and skin, I’m almost consuming her. (And she consumes me too. Often and literally sucking her life directly from me).
I watch her little chest rise and fall.
She vibrates with life as I gulp her in.
She is alien and part of me all at once.
I am not me for now.
I am a mother and I think it’s ok to just be that for now.
It’s ok for now. Today I can surrender to this moment in time and this person I grew.
But not always.
Sometimes I want to breathe freely again.
To be something other than ‘just’ a mother... To escape the inescapable.
I tell myself: ‘This is it. You are a mother now and forever.’
I steal glances at other new mums in the street. Our world feels conspiratorial in its invisibility... in all the unseen.
I know some still bleed. Clothes conceal cracked ni***es, scars, tears... wounds at the very least physical, some deeper.
Smiles hide their stories of birth, pregnancy, of creation at its most primitive.
The effort this all takes just to be up and out and in the world.
The voyage of becoming something other, changed is etched forever on these bodies and souls.
I want to pull them all close, tell them that they are amazing.
That they are victorious warriors even if the battle doesn’t yet feel won.
I want to tell them that I’m not sure it ever does.

09/06/2020

Full. Full of medication. Tender spots where the needles used to be. The foreign bodies. The supernatural invaders I did not want but needed in the end. So full. Full of everything earthly too. Full of blood and fluid. Sweat. Tears. And love. Bursting. Swollen. And sore. Like I’ve been gradually dismantled and stuck crudely back together. A masterpiece. A Mother. Again. I am here. And so is Nell. 💫

20/05/2020

40 weeks today... Supposedly.