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Complaining against an NHS midwife… result!

About three months after I handed in my complaint, I received a letter from the UCLH Trust Headquarters, telling me that they had completed the investigation and informing me about their findings. Without further ado, here is what they said: Complaining against an NHS midwife… result!

Beautcamp Pilates. It hurts so good.

In the glorious wobble-free days before baby, I have been known to be a little obsessed with exercise. I used to run before work, go for a swim after work and spent my lunch breaks on a reformer. Now, if you are thinking I would have been getting steamy with a protestant in between finishing [...]

Malnourished Monday #17: Body to bump to baby and back

Do you remember the moment you slipped back into your favourite pre-baby jeans, buttoning up easily for the first time in what felt like ages? ‘Ages’ meant a year in my case, and I recently had one of these delightful jeans-moments. After all and despite being against all things size zero, I am still a [...]

Complaining against a midwife

Those of you who started reading my blog from the very beginning about a year ago might remember the awful birth experience I had at UCLH. To be precise, the majority of the staff was amazing; there was just one person that acted a bit, well, ‘off’. Complaining against a midwife

Happy Mothering Sunday!

Sunday lie-in, breakfast with prosecco, a lovely card and a white azalea. Don’t you love Mothering Sunday? I remember how disappointed I was last year that I just about didn’t make it. Little L was scheduled to pop out any second around this date. If someone had told me that I had to continue waiting [...]

Don’t call me – I call you

don’t know what is more unnerving – the fact that little L has missed her due date and that every passing day brings me closer to the whole drip-epidural-induction-nightmare; or people that keep on calling, texting and commenting on the fact that my belly is still occupied territory.

No midwife when you need one – and vice versa

What is it with the NHS and midwife shortage in this country? How come they abandon you when you could need a little advice and hold you in their tight grip when you just want some peace and quiet?

Bring it on!

Yay! We are full-term plus a few days now and little L has the official permission to arrive. Anytime from now she will make her… erm… glamorous entrance into this world.