Entries by Rachel

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Biting the hand that feeds you!

As I settled down to tuck into my first (but very much NOT my last) mince pie of the Christmas season, a message pinged into my WhatsApp folder like a cheery little festive jingle. “Help!” … all my work messages start that way … “My 8 month old baby has started biting me when I […]

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Sleep!

A couple of nights ago I hunkered down with my trusty laptop and a bunch of people that I could neither see nor hear (they actually numbered around a thousand!) and chatted about sleep, or, to be precise, the lack of it. This was my 5th Mother&Baby Facebook Live and, as always, it was friendly […]

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Ask Rachel – Using Bottles

On an almost daily basis, people introduce me as an independent midwife and lactation consultant when I would never describe myself as either! In fact, I struggle to describe myself in any particular way – some days I am like this, and some days I am like that and some days I barely know who […]

The Book Launch!

My cheeks are aching from full-on smiling and I have an unmistakable bounce in my step this week. After a year of really full-on work, my first book has finally launched and I have been partying! Two years ago I was mooching about the kitchen trying to cobble together a supper from the can of […]

Routines

I sit here now, somewhat browner than the last time I put digit to keyboard, thinking back on my recent holiday to escape the long, UK winter. It tickles me that, even though I was many, many miles away from my home, I continued to hang onto my set routine: a cup of tea in […]

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Ask Rachel – Sleep

There is, we are told, nothing new under the sun and, in my work, it seems to be true. Women worry when their baby sleeps too much and they worry when they sleep too little; they fret when their little one suckles all day and then fret all over again when they barely give the […]

Resolutions

Happy New Year! The fireworks have fizzled away, the chink of glasses is a distant memory and now it is back to work as usual. I remember the start of each new January school term as a child – newly sharpened pencils, school socks whiter than white and with springy elastic irritating my ankles, the […]