Advice for PhD parents: #4 make the most of support around you

Speaking to other parents really helped me out, knowing that I wasn’t the only one that was going through this is reassuring! Being surrounded by PhD students that don’t have the same commitments can be tough, as you can’t help but compare yourself sometimes, but this really does you no favours. You simply cannot compare your situation to anyone else, but speaking to other parents can certainly be useful! If you don’t know of any PhD parents near you, I would seriously consider joining this closed group on Facebook: PhD and Early Career Researcher Parents (of which I am an avid stalker!)

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Childcare is another important factor to get right, which isn’t always easy – particularly due to finances. My little boy is of pre-school age (and I had him four months into the start of my PhD), so I can only talk of my experiences of needing childcare! It’s really important to find someone that you completely trust – leaving them is hard enough as it is, without the added stress of worrying about who you are leaving them with. If you’re lucky to have family / friends around that can help out, they can be a real lifesaver, even if you only call on them to help get you through the final stages, or when times get really tough.

I have never been one of those people that can work in the night when the little one is sleeping, or spend the weekend working whilst I see him and his Daddy having fun. At night, I’m too tired to work, and at the weekends, I don’t want to miss out on family fun – I don’t want to miss out on seeing the most important years of his life. I never work well when the little man is around me either, if he knows I am around – he simply won’t leave me alone, and at the same time I get too distracted by all of the cute things that he does! So, doing the PhD and being a parent at the same time simply doesn’t work for me. I have to keep these two separate, for all our sakes!

But, support isn’t just about childcare. Ask your supervisor for support, it’s what they are there for! I feel incredibly lucky to have such a supportive supervisor, particularly when it has come to the needs of my little man. There have been times when he has joined us for meetings, or we’ve had supervision via Skype rather than in person. There are so many little things that have been accommodated along the way to make life that little bit easier.

Advice for PhD parents: #3 take time off, but don’t give up!

From time to time, take time out for yourself. Go sit in a coffee shop. Go get your hair done. Go to the gym. Watch your favourite shows. Listen to your favourite music. Take up an old hobby. Do absolutely nothing! Whatever it is that makes you happy – go do it! Sometimes, as a parent (or a super-busy PhD Student!), we forget to do things for us, so now and again go treat yourself.

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Sometimes, there may be no other option but to simply “give up” for a while. This could be through illness, or unexpected events in life’s journey. Things creep up on us when we least expect them, and at these times, we need to look after ourselves. If our little ones are unwell, and need to be snuggled up all day watching their favourite shows – let them. There is no point trying to carry on with work when you won’t be able to concentrate, it is sometimes better to simply accept it – accept the fact that you will get no work done. You will only end up even more stressed if you try to work, but can’t possibly cram everything in. Take time off when you need to. Rest when you need to. Look after yourself. Look at life’s unexpected hiccups as opportunities to refresh yourself – to recharge your batteries.

Perhaps nothing significant has happened in your life, but you have simply lost your mojo along the way. Sometimes I just can’t write. I can’t focus. I can’t work. Treat these times in the same way – give yourself some time off from writing – to rest. If needs be, an intentional break from the PhD could prove really useful (if finances allow). You can always come back to the PhD. Come back when you are feeling refreshed and recharged! Parenting can be a rollercoaster. Doing a PhD can be a rollercoaster. Parenting and doing a PhD will no doubt be one hell of a rollercoaster, but you will always get back up.

When times get tough, remember why you started doing the PhD. Little by little, you will get there. Keep going. Don’t give up. You can do this!

The struggles of introducing a new sibling


I love this little man *so* much ❤ I cried twice tonight when he went to bed. First, we spoke about his day (as we always do at night!), and twice he told me “there was no room for me” – both this morning in bed, and this evening on the sofa. I promised him that there would always be room… and his response? “Oh thank you mummy… you’re my best friend” 😢

We have had “it’s not fair” more than I can count today. We have had “I want to go back to that other house… that green house… with no babies“. We have had “I want you in here mummy“… and him shutting the doors out on everyone else. Daddy has been “the big bad wolf” all day. When looking back at pictures of Stanley, he kept saying “I’ve lost my mummy and daddy“, because it was just a photo of him on his own. We’ve had two sets of visitors today, both of which he told “my baby cries a lot“!

On the other hand, he has been the most caring and sweetest of big brothers. Stanley hears Nora cry and he says “oh! My baby is crying! I need to check if she is ok!” – he gives her kisses and cuddles. He strokes her head. He asks for her to be put in his arms. He asks for her to be put over his shoulder so he can “pat her back“. He always makes sure the music is playing on her snuggle nest because “that will help baby to sleep”. He makes sure she has her taggy, and various other things. He found Sophie the Giraffe and gave it to her. He talks to her when she cries and tells her “it will be alright“. He has been super proud to show her off when we had visitors!

But despite the good, which I’m sure far outweighs the bad, I couldn’t help but focus on those little things that he has said or done today, that have made me feel so guilty. Wishing I could do more. Should I have done more? What can I do to make this easier on him? I have tried so so hard to make this transition as easy as possible for him, and for the focus to remain on him. I just wish that I could do more to help him through this. 

Tomorrow, we are going to do all that he wants. We will go and see the ducks. We will have ice cream, and bananas, and red apples! We will take him somewhere fun… and I can’t wait!

Welcome to the world Nora Beau; her first 5 days

Thursday 16th February 2017: Nora Beau’s Birthday

Nora’s due date, and Granny’s Birthday! This was the last chance for her to arrive, before having to face induction – which was booked for Friday 17th. I had been trying out all the old wives tales over the previous few days, to try and bring labour on naturally, as I didn’t fancy being induced – mostly because I didn’t want the possibility of being away from Stanley for quite some time.

On the morning of the 16th, I woke at 02:30 feeling some twinges, but expecting it to be nothing since I had been having these feelings on and off the last few days – so I went back to sleep. By 05:00, I was awake with what felt more like contractions, and by 06:00 I thought I had better start timing them to see what was going on! Contractions were every 5 minutes, so we got ready, and dropped Stanley off with his Granny. I gave the hospital a call, and given the diagnosis of Gestational Diabetes (GD), they said I should pop up. We arrived at the hospital at 08:30, with contractions still every 5 minutes.

I was put on the monitor to keep an eye on baby, and everything seemed to look fine. Around an hour later our midwife, Gemma, examined me so that we could see what was going on, and it turned out my cervix wasn’t open – I wasn’t even 1cm dilated! But, they wanted to keep me on the monitor a little while longer, since it looked like baby’s heartbeat was dropping with each contraction. 

At around 11:00 the consultant came, and she was happy with the recordings on the monitor – I had changed positions which seemed to be helping. The consultant suggested attempting to break my waters, but Gemma said this would be impossible since I wasn’t even 1cm dilated. So, they kept me on the monitor some more, and said that I could be taken off soon so that I could get moving around, to try and speed things up. At this point, they were contemplating sending me home. We discussed what would happen regarding GD, which meant the need to monitor my blood glucose levels every 2 hours when I went into labour, the possibility of needing a sliding scale (IV drip with insulin and glucose to help stabilise blood sugars), and the need to test baby once she arrived.

Turns out it was a rather hectic morning on the labour ward, so Gemma pretty much left us to it. She kept popping in to check the monitor, and offer some paracetamol. I seemed to be coping ok with the contractions at this point, and the midwife kept commenting on how cool and calm we both were (certainly didn’t feel this way on the inside!), and even joked that she could imagine walking in and a baby just “suddenly popping out”! By 11:15, I gave in to Gemma’s offers of paracetamol – as by this time, the contractions were starting to get a tad more painful! After giving me the paracetamol, she then went to find the consultant to see what the plan was… could I come off the monitor and start moving around, or could I go home?!

Little did I realise… just 10 minutes later, at 11:25, I officially went into labour… and as quick as 11:50, I suddenly felt the need to push! Hubby went to find Gemma, and she casually strolled in, taking her time… most definitely not expecting a baby to actually be entering the world! However, she soon realised that little one was most definitely on her way, so she grabbed a second midwife, and at 11:58 baby Nora entered the world! Good job I didn’t get sent home! From the minute we arrived on the ward, Gemma was fantastic – although she was clearly busy, she remained so calm throughout the morning, which clearly helped in how I felt, she made everything feel so comfortable and stress free!

In the end, there was no time to monitor blood sugar… no time for a sliding scale… no time for pretty much anything! It was so much quicker than I ever anticipated… and it happened naturally. It was calm, there was little intervention, and only two midwives in the room… it was everything I had hoped it would be – and so so different from my experience with Stanley (highlights of which include: induction by oxytocin, failed epidural, emergency alarm being pulled, room packed full of people, and a consultant firmly warning me: “if he doesn’t come with the next push I’m going to cut you“)!

So, since I was diagnosed with GD, this meant that Nora also had to be checked when she was born. She had to have her blood sugars monitored every 3 hours, and needed to pass 3 consecutive tests before she was allowed home. Her first test was at 15:00, which she passed. The following test was at 18:00… and unfortunately she failed this one (she didn’t feed well prior to this). This meant that the 3 of us had to stay in hospital for the night… whilst Stanley was with his Granny celebrating her birthday, and having a sleepover with his cousins! The whole time we were away, Stanley had no idea what had happened – everybody kept it a secret from him so that we could be the ones to tell him the news that he had a baby sister.

Nora’s following 3 blood tests were taken throughout the night, and thankfully she passed all 3. It was a little tough during this first night, since once she had been fed after her test, we weren’t allowed to feed her again for 3 hours – as she had to be tested again before her next feed. She was starting to get a little peckish after 2 hours… but, we got through it!

Day 2: Nora meets her big brother, Stanley

We spent most of the second day in hospital, waiting to be discharged (despite being told we were ready for discharge at 10:30!). In the morning, Nora had all of her checks done (paediatrician, hearing etc.), which were all fine. We were just so desperate to get home to see Stanley, and to introduce him to Nora!

We finally arrived home around 4pm. We got Nora settled in her Snuggle Nest, and daddy went to collect Stanley. We wanted to make sure that neither of us were holding Nora when Stanley met her for the first time, it was important to us that the attention was on Stanley being a big brother, and not on the arrival of Nora. When Stanley first walked in, he was a little grumpy (as he had just woken up!), and so he came straight to mummy for lots of cuddles “I just wanted you mummy“! He then gave Nora the taggy he bought her, we gave Stanley the presents from Nora… and things so far seem to be going well. Stanley calls her “my Nora” or “my baby”! He has said the sweetest of things, such as… “I think baby likes me“! 

One of the strangest feelings in seeing Stanley again after spending a couple of days with Nora, was the realisation of how grown up he seems. When he walked through the door, it felt as though he had instantly grown up… and put on some weight (he now seems so heavy to pick up!)

Day 3: Our first family dinner!

Our first full day at home as a family of four… and not the best of starts! I was feeding Nora in our bed at 05:00, when Stanley woke up. He came running through to our bedroom… looked at Nora… started crying, and ran out. Daddy went after him and Stanley said “there’s no room for me anywhere“! We soon showed him that there was plenty(!) of room for the four of us, and so he settled down, and came for snuggles in bed with Nora.

I remember when Stanley was born, we barely ate, went out, or did pretty much anything! Not only was it tough because it was our first, but he had his cleft too, which meant feeding him took so so long. We had constant appointments, or people visiting our house – we were lucky to have the most amazing support with Stanley, we just seemed to have so little time for anything else! Second time around, things are so far, much different – we have time! Nora is guzzling her milk down… faster than I don’t know what! Apparently this is pretty normal… it’s just that our “normal” is based on what we know from Stanley, in which case it could have taken an hour to give him a bottle. With Nora, you could blink and you could have missed it!

Our community midwife, Luretta, visited us for the first time this morning, and she couldn’t have been more lovely. She was really pleased with how Nora was doing, which was great. She also suggested coconut oil for Nora’s skin – she has some particularly dry hands and feet, and I think this has been the best thing we have bought! Going to try this for Stanley too, since he has always suffered from dry skin.

Given the freedom we seem to have… we actually managed to cook a (relatively!) decent family meal on our first day at home! The four of us sat at the dining table… couldn’t have been more perfect. I’m even enjoying the odd sneaky treat (including a Mary Berry brownie for pudding!), now that I don’t have to monitor my blood sugars anymore. Though, sticking to the GD diet will reduce my chances of getting Type 2 (which is now already increased because of having GD)… so, I hope I can continue this as much as possible.

Day 5: A lazy Sunday

We spent Sunday at home, firstly with a visit from Luretta in the morning. She weighed Nora, and her weight had gone down to 7lb 2oz – considering they can lose up to 10% of their birth weight, Luretta was really pleased with this, since Nora has hardly lost any of hers! She was very reassuring “keep doing what you’re doing“! The rest of the day consisted of chilling at home, with visits from both sets of Grandparents.

Day 5: Our first trip out

Today, Stanley said he would like to take Nora to the park… and so, that’s what we did. He also said “we can slide her down!” …but we decided against that one!! First thing we learnt by taking a trip to the park? Turns out, getting out the house now takes us a little while longer! The amount of trips we made back to the house because we forgot something… and then still ended up leaving the house forgetting something! Then, just as we think we can finally set off, we start driving… hubby looks in the mirror… and realises little Nora’s hat has fallen down and is covering her eyes! Eventually, after what felt like hours, we made it to the park. Stanley had so much fun, whilst Nora enjoyed a nice peaceful nap!

We came home, snuggled up on the sofa in front of the fire, watching Spiderman, and eating cake! Before I knew it, they were both fast asleep ❤️ I could have sat and watched them sleep all night… I don’t want days like this to end. On the other hand, I am so excited for all that lies ahead.

Advice for second-time parents; 9 “tips” on preparing a toddler for a sibling

I was recently asked if I could share any tips on preparing our 2-year-old (Stanley) for being a big brother, something I have been working on for the last few months! My initial thought was… I have no clue! What I can tell you, is the numerous things that I have been doing with Stanley over the last 6 months or so, in order to try and prepare him for a new baby coming into the family (induction booked in 2 days!). I really have no idea if any of these will have helped in any way. So “tips”…? I’m not really sure that these can truly be called “tips” (or whether I can even say this is classed as worthy “advice”!), since I am yet to have an outcome. But, I can at least talk you through some ideas that we had, and perhaps I’ll have some wiser words when the little lady is here…! I should probably also point out that Stanley is 2 years and 10 months, and so the things below may or may not apply to older or younger children.

Talking about baby’s sex: “Whatever you do, do not ask Stanley if he would like a brother or sister!” – This was one of the first tips we received when we found out we were expecting our second child, as friends of ours had first-hand experience! Our friends didn’t find out the sex of their baby, and so they spoke to their child about whether they would like a baby brother, or baby sister. Little did they realise that they would soon become adamant on having a baby brother… to the point that they even had a name for their “brother”. I am sure that you can guess what happens next – a baby sister entered the world. Cue almighty tantrums because they wanted their baby brother! Safe to say, as soon as we spotted family members going anywhere near this conversation with Stanley, we told them this story! Though, once we knew the sex of our little lady – we shared this news with Stanley too, so that we could prepare him, and talk to him about what it will be like to have a baby sister. I must say, we have had numerous scans throughout this pregnancy, and despite being told numerous times that it is a girl (and buying plenty of girl’s clothes!) – we have also be warned that girls are a little harder to diagnose. So, I still have this niggling feeling in my mind that we will never be 100% certain of this fact until “she” arrives!

Antenatal appointments: Whilst we have never taken Stanley to any antenatal appointments, this is one way of getting them involved – they may enjoy seeing baby on the screen, or listening to baby’s heartbeat. Though, I have always been a little cautious of this, as for one – hospital appointments are lengthy, busy, and relatively boring for a 2-year-old, which is not a good mixture for Stanley! Secondly, I have never taken hospital appointments lightly, I always go prepared for the unexpected to happen (I am definitely not at my most relaxed!), and so I didn’t think it would be fair to put this onto Stanley either. Instead, when we have had various scans and appointments, I have always brought something back for Stanley when we could. Throughout the pregnancy, he has had his own copies of the scan pictures, pictures of his “baby sister” that he has enjoyed showing everybody! We also got a recording of his “baby sister’s heartbeat” in a teddy, that he loves listening to, and showing to others.

Introducing baby through a story: There are plenty of books out there that could help prepare your little one for having a baby around the house. We happened to spot “Za-Za’s Baby Brother” (by Lucy Cousins) in a charity shop (and actually long before we were pregnant with our second!), and we had to get it – because we knew how much Stanley loves his Maisy books. We thought this might do just the trick if we were ever lucky enough to have our second. Fast forward a couple of years, and this book has come in handy. I can still picture Stanley’s face when I read this to him for the first time… the look of amazement… and him exclaiming “my mummy’s got baby in her belly too!”. When I read the story to him, I treated it like any other new book – I made no comparisons between the story and mummy having a baby in her belly, but the way that he immediately could relate to this was so lovely to see.

Don’t try and force them to be interested! Similar to above, and the way that I didn’t make the story all about us having a new baby, I started by trying to talk about babies more generally. I followed Stanley’s lead. When Stanley made the connection between Za-Za and us, then we would talk about. But, if he’s not interested in talking about baby, we don’t talk about baby. It is pretty easy to see whether or not they are showing any interest, and at first, I wasn’t sure that Stanley was ever going to be interested at all! His interest in talking about baby has certainly grown alongside my belly, and also his understanding of having a “baby sister” has grown, as he himself has grown. I would say that it has only really been these last couple of months that he has shown any real spontaneous interest in baby. I am not sure whether this is the result of Stanley growing as a person and developing more understanding, or whether this is because there are now more visible changes taking place – mummy’s belly is certainly much much bigger for one, and the house is now prepared for a newborn baby once again.

Talk about babies: Since Stanley has shown more interest in baby, we’ve spent more time talking about what having a baby will be like. In particular, we have tried to prepare him for the fact that babies cry a lot, sleep a lot, and need feeding a lot! We have also tried to get him to come up with his own ideas about what he could do when baby is crying (his response: “cuddle her… kiss her… and hold her hand’’!), we’ve talked about playing games with his baby sister, and asked him what he would like to teach her (“I can show her how to put a DVD on!”). He also enjoys playing with dolls, so we have had lots of role-play that includes changing nappies, feeding baby, and helping to get them to sleep (hoping that he may enjoy playing with his baby, whilst mummy is busy with another!)

The growing belly! Stanley has definitely shown more interest since my “belly has got bigger and bigger“(!), and as such, we have spent times sitting with Stanley and trying to feel baby kicking when the movements are strong enough! Sure enough, he gets fed up of waiting for baby to have a wriggle at times, but others, he enjoys pretending and telling other people that “baby kicked”! At the same time, I’ve tried to explain to Stanley that baby can now hear him, and that she loves to hear him talk, sing, or read a story to her! Now, there is nothing cuter than Stanley running up to my belly and saying “hello baby” and giving her the biggest cuddle! We also talk about what we think baby is up to in mummy’s belly, and Stanley will often pretend to feed baby through mummy’s belly… or even play dentists and pretend to take all of her teeth out (I’m not sure where this idea came from, but I’ve warned him now that baby will come out of mummy’s belly with no teeth left!)

Buying baby items, and presents: If you are buying things for the new baby, get your toddler involved as much as you can – whether this is picking an outfit, or a toy. I dug out Stanley’s old toys, and we had a play with them, and talked about how baby might like to play with them when she arrives. We also had the idea of getting baby a present from Stanley, but wanted it to be something that Stanley could really get involved with, and daddy had the most wonderful idea – a “taggy”. Stanley has always had a thing about tags on clothes, and so getting him a taggy was the best thing we did (I don’t think they have parted since!). This is the best present that Stanley could have got her, and he has picked a lovely one for his sister – choosing the design and colours himself! I think he is actually a little bit excited to give this to her! But, the present I think I have had the most fun in preparing, is the present from baby to Stanley! I have this all packed in our hospital bag, ready to give to Stanley as a present from his baby sister, when he visits her for the first time. I hope that this will help a little with the initial bond that he develops with her. We (“baby”) have got Stanley a Spiderman rucksack and filled it with a things: a Paw Patrol magazine, a new taggy, a snack, a “best bro” t-shirt, and a personalised book “Big Brothers are Great”. I hope he likes it!

Making changes to routines, and preparing for hospital: If you need to make changes, I would suggest making them as early as possible, at least this is the approach I have taken with Stanley (since I know what he is like with his routines). We have always tried to explain to Stanley that there is a baby in mummy’s belly, even when this wasn’t quite so visible, and that this makes things a little more difficult for mummy. So, for example, when he asks for mummy to pick him up, we always try to offer for daddy to pick him instead. Of course, this doesn’t always go smoothly, but the more we have done this, the easier it has got. his understanding has grown, and hopefully, the more prepared he will be for when baby is here. I have tried to make as little changes to Stanley’s routines as possible, just little alterations here and there, such as getting daddy to do more (e.g., get daddy to start doing the bedtime routine if he doesn’t already!). Of course, there is no doubt that some changes to routines cannot be avoided, and one of the biggest changes that will affect his routine will be mummy going to hospital. Stanley has a lot of routines, and this is one that I am most definitely worried the most about. It is one of the reasons that I wished I could have a home birth, but having being diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes, I have little choice but to go in hospital (and at this rate, to be induced on Friday!). I have no idea how long I will be in hospital, but I have tried to talk to Stanley about this, and explain that mummy will be hospital for a little while. I have found this so hard, not only because you don’t know exactly what will happen yourself – but it is even harder to know how much of this he really comprehends.

Focus on your toddler! As much as possible, I have tried to keep the focus on “Stanley becoming a big brother”, rather than a new baby coming into the house. I don’t want Stanley to feel pushed out, jealous, or that baby is making all of these changes happen, and so I’ve tried to turn everything I can into a positive – and make it about Stanley! I am sure there are bound to be times when Stanley will want something, or want me, when I am having to focus on the new arrival, there will be times when he will no doubt get jealous, and I am sure this is perfectly natural. But, if we can somehow turn the attention on to him too, and prepare him for this now, I am hoping that this will help. I am hoping that when the little lady arrives that we can continue to keep Stanley interested in his baby sister, and helping mummy out with all of the cuddles that she will need! I have also made an effort to make the most of the last few weeks that we have together as a family of three, and before life starts to get much busier once again. Take time out to relax before your new arrival is here, have fun with your toddler, do something special – something they love, even if this just means lots of extra cuddles on the sofa watching their favourite films! Whatever it may be – treasure these moments, which may be few and far between when your family starts to grow. I am also hoping that we can still have some Stanley-and-mummy time once the little lady arrives, as I am sure I will be having plenty of time with the new addition. Equally, I think it’s just as important for both our children to have their own daddy-time. But of course, most of all, I now simply cannot wait for us to have family time… as a family of four! The wait is almost over…

Advice for PhD parents: #2 have fun; remember the work-life balance!

Enjoy your research! There is no doubt that at the beginning of the PhD, it is exciting! But, as the years go by, there is a possibility that you lose sight of the love you once had for the research. If this happens, think back to why you started the PhD – why are you doing this? I sometimes have to remind myself that I am extremely lucky to have the opportunity to be doing something that I am passionate about. And, whilst my research is of a serious and difficult nature, I can still enjoy what I am doing. I enjoy trying to answer difficult questions, and I enjoy all of the wonderful things that come with doing the PhD – attending workshops or conferences around the world (bonus: choosing family holidays dependent on where conferences are being held has always been a win-win situation for me!) Take time for holidays. Take time for days out. Make time for family. Have fun whilst you study!

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It is so so important to find the right work-life balance, but it has to be one that works for you. My supervisor always reminds me not to compare myself to other PhD students, especially if those around you don’t have the same family commitments. I sometimes look at those PhD students that were around at the start of my journey and realise that most of them have now graduated – and where am I? Why haven’t I got as far? When I’m feeling behind, I have to remind myself of the other things I have achieved since starting my PhD (namely, 2 PhD-babies!).

The PhD is no doubt important, not only for the research itself, but to (hopefully) provide for my family. In the past, when I started to feel behind in terms of my work, I remember being told “don’t stress… family is more important”, and I now know they are right. When we have children, at least for me, our priorities change. My work is unquestionably important to me, and always will be, but my outlook on life has completely altered. Stanley comes first (as will the little lady when she arrives!), and especially whilst he is young. Precious moments when your children are small simply cannot be replaced. Do not miss out on those big moments in their lives because they whizz by so quickly. The PhD will get done, when it gets done!

It can be difficult finding the right balance between work and family, but I think one of the most helpful tips I received was to treat the PhD as much like a 9-5 job as you can. This is what I have always strived to do, whenever possible. For me, evenings and weekends are purely family time. Of course, I occasionally have deadlines I need to meet where things spill over, and there are times when I feel terribly guilty for not working into the early hours of the morning and getting as much work done as my colleagues. But, for me, sticking to this motto has so far worked out well. Have fun whilst you can, and remind yourself to enjoy the PhD journey!

Our last Saturday as a family of 3

Snuggled up in his “cocoon” after morning bath time! 💛

Followed by some fun at the museum with his aunties 🎈


Finally, the day has been spent trying out some old wives tales!

Bath? Check. Colostrum harvesting? Check. Bumpy road? Check. Long muddy walk in the rain? Check. Bouncing on ball? Check *rotate to dilate*! Curry? Check.

Any other tips welcome…