Just what the title suggests.
what do you want to read on this blog?
also any video suggestions are greatly appreciated.
Just what the title suggests.
what do you want to read on this blog?
also any video suggestions are greatly appreciated.
You often hear of the unsung heroes of the NHS.
I often tweet about it.
But today I want to write about MY unsung hero of the education system. A teacher like no other.
Before that I want to talk about something.
A little while ago it was suggested that I write (on the blog or privately) letters to people who have inspired me and/or helped me over the years, to help with not only my mental health ( I was told to think of the letters like a thank you bucket list) but also to help with keeping my brain active and helping my brain fog etc.
So I made a list of several people who over the years have inspired me. Obvious people such as my parents, my family and my friends, medical team etc are on the list, I even have some random people on there too, but a fair amount of the people I want to eventually write to, are in fact, my old Teachers. Teachers in school & college, My choir teachers etc. All feature on this list. As does teacher assistants and support teams etc. I’ve only written a few. And I haven’t done anything with them yet. But I will.
One teacher in particular had a spot on the top of my list, Her name in bold letters and underlined not once not twice but three times.
I knew that this “letter” (essay) was one that would be quite lengthy. And one that at first I decided I would write and then keep private. That I wouldn’t actually send to her because a)shes a busy woman and B) its cringy and mushy and she might think at firs tim blowing smoke up her arse or something. . But I saw this woman today and I realised that actually I DO need to put it somewhere.
Even if she choses not to read it (she’s the worlds busiest woman so I wouldn’t be offended).
I wanted to put it on a page so others could see the utter awesomeness that is Sally.
Its not a letter as such this post. Not till the end. So feel free to skip down. But I wanted to collect my thoughts and SPLURGE on the page.
November 2012. I went to the open evening at college. I wasn’t going to go. I changed my mind at the last minute. I went in the food and nutrition/health room and there she was. Sally. And at first she bloody terrified me. I walked in to that room and I was terrified. The college already seemed like a whole other world but honestly, it felt like I was walking in to alien territory. A different teacher gave me a leaflet on health and social care. But sally terrified me by asking me what I wanted to study and what I wanted to do with my life. If I remember rightly it came out like “arghy nurse or arghhyyyeacher or uuurmrmmmmmmm” because she looked at me, raised eyebrow, with what I later nicknamed the “what the fuck are you on” look.
Fast forward to February. I had my interview with a woman named judy where she offered me a place.
Fast forward again to the July. My first day (it was an induction day/taster day thing). I. WAS. PETRIFIED. I remember telling Nat how terrified I was and she laughed and call me a “fucking wuss” and told me to grow some boobs (not balls. Because boobs were more powerful apparently- yeah, I asked why she said boobs and my natnat gave me an hour lecture on feminism.) She also said to me, “lanaloo. You can do this. You know why? Because your MY lanaloo. I love you but I’ll love you even more when you get to go to college tomorrow and tell me how it went and what projects I’ll be helping you with. Especially food.”
So off I went, on my crutches, also a side note, at this point aside from my pots (which at that point wasn’t confirmed) And my dodgy knee injury (which turned out to be eds related but we didn’t know I actually had eds at that point either just that I had Hypermobilty), I was relatively healthy.
Its funny, in typical lana fashion one of the first things I did that day was spill a chocolate milkshake down myself and drip it through the bloody sports hall. My coat was caked in bloody chocolate milk.
I went to the taster session for a few different subjects. But I think I knew instantly when I walked in to the room that I wanted to do both Food & Nutrition and Health & Social care. (I also chose English and sociology if you’re curious)
Sally stood there and asked each person what they wanted to do and essentially why they were in that room.
She went one by one around the room. And then suddenly she looked at me expectantly and I must have looked insane because I instantly felt the need to stick my tongue out and before I knew it I did just that and bit hard on my tongue as I panicked.
I’m hoping to this day that she didn’t notice and she doesn’t remember – to be fair I think if she remembered or noticed she probably would have taken the piss out of me for it by now.
Anyway I told her that my name was ALANA ( I thought if I said Lana she might think I was being too informal or something as all paperwork said ALANA) ,
I wanted to be a nurse (and I gave her a reason WHY I wanted to be a nurse ) but if it didn’t work out I also had an interest in teaching, secondary school teaching. I also gave her reasons WHY I wanted to study BOTH subjects she talked about in that room.
She smiled- and it was the first time she had smiled that widely in the session and I was again TERRIFED because she looked scary as fuck to me at first and to see her smiling that big of a smile just made me think “oh shit shes smiling because shes going to kick my arse out of this room in a second”.
She didn’t kick my arse out thankfully.
Instead she continued to smile and asked me what my name was again.
I sat in that room looking at pictures on the wall and then she talked about the Tanzania project and I sat and was honest to god FASCINATED with it. I sat there and I took it all in thinking what an amazing thing this college is doing.
Fast forward to September. I started college. (Also just as another side note nat did indeed help me with my various projects that summer. I would sit there and she’d pick out all of my spelling and punctuation mistakes. And even when her speech started to decline, she’d hit my arm and go LOOK AT IT and she’d tap my screen and go USE YOUR FUCKING EYES. )
I got put in to Sally’s tutor group.
Within two weeks, I thought , you know what ? this woman is BAD ASS and anyone who says otherwise is lying.
One thing you must all know about Sally is she doesn’t take shit. If you work hard and put in the effort than you’re fine. If you go to her class and want to doss about you’re out the door faster than you can say “Queen of the spoons”.
I then realised that although she terrified me at first. She was actually ok. She wasn’t so scary when you got talking to her. (don’t get me wrong though I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of her even now!)
Fast forward a little more and things were going ok. I was meeting my deadlines and working my arse off.
But then my episodes got slightly more frequent, my immune system turned to shit. And ofcourse Nat’s health also declined at this point.
I felt like the world was moving 10 times faster than it actually was.
Despite things getting me down, I threw myself in to my college work. The only members of staff that knew what was happening in my private life were Sally, and my health teacher at the time.
I remember one day in particular leaving my sociology room, telling my teacher that I needed to go to the toilet. Walking past sallys room, and she popped her head out and said “are you ok poppet”. I just nodded. I didn’t want to tell her I felt sick, and that I was feeling worse each day, the tiredness and the pain slowly starting to affect me. I didn’t tell ANYONE that not even nat. But sally? she looked at me like she knew. That I couldn’t fool her.
I walked down the stairs went to the toilets and I was sick (neatly in the bowl may I add- its like a party trick i acquired even then. I’m a neat puker!). I felt like shit. But I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to be anywhere else at that point in time. College was giving me a focus. I walked up the stairs and I carried on with my day like nothing happened.
The next morning I sat on my favourite bench outside. And I wrote in my diary that I kept at the time something that I actually want to put some of it in this post/letter (I can’t put it all on there as I went in to a rant about someone else) . “ I think this pots thing is getting worse. My episodes are getting worse. We don’t have any treatment plans yet. The doctors don’t seem to care. I don’t want to tell mum but I feel really ill. I think its probably where I need to try harder with my fluid and salt thing. Nats not doing well. She’s home again. Sally asked me how she was – that was nice of her she doesn’t even know nat but she’s asking. She also asked me how I was. I said I was fine. She said “no you’re not you can keep saying you are till you’re blue in the face”. Weird saying that is. Blue in the face. I feel red in the face is more of a likely outcome to be honest. She looks at me like she can see my soul its quite unnerving. Its like her glasses are bloody laserbeams or something. “
That little extract of my diary from back then cracks me up. Because it reminds me of how even then she seemed to know me better than I realised. ( and I made her out to be some sort of super hero with the laserbeam glasses – superman move over theres a new hero on the block! )
Fast forward to November 2013. I went to Austria for like 3 days. I came home and uli rang and told me that nat wasn’t doing too good. So I emailed Sally over that weekend , Not expecting a reply. And do you know what? She replied and told me to keep her updated.
At this point I felt like my head was in a washing machine. I didn’t tell anyone this. But it really did feel like everything was just going round and round. Then as the week progressed things got worse. And I just threw myself in to my coursework more.
The day nat passed away when I got the news I was in my English lesson. And my teacher told me how sorry she was. That I should go home. Or go to see sally or just take a minute or do whatever I wanted to do ( I think she was more shocked and upset than I was and she didn’t even really know me at that point let alone knew about nat)
I went for a walk , rang my dad to tell him and came back and sat at my desk staring at my paper which was about nigella Lawson (don’t ask) and kept thinking “please don’t tell me to go home.” I didn’t want to go back knowing she wasn’t the otherside of the living room wall.
When it was the end of the lesson I walked out of the room in silence, ignoring my teacher shouting after me to see if I waws ok. And I walked down the stairs to find jack and some other special people. They walked with me to Sallys room. Where she looked at me and I calmly said “I just wanted to tell you Nat died and I don’t know what to do”.
it was then that I knew she had really started to get me. She didn’t tell me how sorry she was. She just looked at me and said “I think you should go home as it’s a bereavement but its your choice, either way send me an email please. We’ll talk on Wednesday or maybe tomorrow .” I left the room and I checked my phone to see if the message was still there. To see if it was still real. And I checked my email to see my lesson for the afternoon was cancelled anyway. So I signed out and went home. Jack and co walked me to the bus stop. And I remember thinking “Why can’t I cry. Why are there no tears. My best friend has died. Theres no tears”.
I emailed sally on the bus. And I told her I was going home. That I’d email later.
The next day I didn’t go to college. I emailed in. She said “I’ll see you tomorrow”.
That night, uli asked me if at the funeral I could say something in front of everyone.
I went in to college the next day and the only lesson I had was with sally.
I walked in, early like I always was and I didn’t say a word. Normally I’d say hello. But I couldn’t.
I carried on as normal until everyone had left and she asked me if I was ok. I sat and three things came out of my mouth at super speed. “I can’t cry yet. I want things to be normal. oh And they want me to talk at the funeral.”
She just smiled at me. And then she gave me some coursework advice.
It was then that I REALLY realised she was the best teacher I’ve ever had.
She had listened to me. She got it.
She knew that whatever she said wouldn’t make me feel anything different. And thank I needed normality. She really listened.
I was one out of thousands of students and yet she listened to me, took the time to listen and for that I will always be grateful.
Fast forward some more. I kept going and going and going until I burnt out… and my body decided that just after Christmas was a good time to throw a hissy fit.
My health declined.
I wasn’t in a good place.
It was like the light at the end of the tunnel was hidden by smog.
February 2014 I had a meeting with sally. And I left college. But before I left she said to me “don’t you dare give up. Get better. Don’t become lazy. Do some health and social prep. Email me. Keep in touch. Come back stronger. And I’ll see you in September.”
I returned in the September and although things were tough for me health wise I really did try.
I got AS levels.
Then I left.
But in the years between returning and leaving for good. Sally , although no longer my tutor, was a rock. She set me challenges. She knew the best ways to get me motivated and she knew how to push my buttons to make me excel. I even went and did some volunteering at a care home which I loved and I pushed myself to make the most of what was a bit of a shit situation.
I amused her with my walking stick fairylights, my slightly strange choice of hats, and I even ended up teaching HER something new (how to make a Christmas tree out of a book)
I knew If I had a problem she was there.
I knew if I was struggling and she could help she would.
She helped by when I was going through some really REALLY bad stuff she found the funny sides of it all with me! ( and loves my nickname of TT/ ticking time bomb 😉, also actually very relevant as im a bit of a Tithead (say tt aloud) )
That’s the amazing thing about this woman. She’s the busiest woman you could meet.
She juggles a million and one things.
But she still takes the time to listen. And if she CAN do something, she will.
She gets the best out of every student. How I don’t even know.
I’ve never met a woman who is so determined and hardworking and incredible at their profession.
She is truly inspirational.
She makes a difference.
Shes not perfect but she doesn’t ever pretend to be and I think that’s why shes so cool.
She works hard at her job and as long as you work hard too you’ll see that shes an amazing teacher and she doesn’t see her students as a number in a system. She sees you as a person with potential. And she will do everything she can to help you reach that potential. To see you fly. (as long as you’re not lazy and trying to make a fool of her she’ll kick you out on your arse if you do that i saw that happen once!!).
I didn’t become a nurse. And I haven’t yet become a teacher. But I do help some people with my blog, with my conferences I talk at.
My goals have changed. My perspective on life different.
Sally was actually the one who told me I should blog. And who encouraged me to start this. And said I’d chosen the perfect name when I told her what that old lady had said to me that day. So I owe this woman a lot.
For a while I lost sight of my purpose but I think I’ve found it again. I’m determined to make a difference in the world. Even if its only to one person.
Because one person made a difference to me. I hope that I can make her proud by making as big of a difference myself one day.
Teachers are one of the most underappreciated people. You constantly hear people say “its cushty to be a teacher you get the 6 weeks holiday, you get good hours, good pay”. But what you don’t often hear is this – GOOD teachers work their arses off, they work beyond the hours of the school day they spend the holidays prepping and marking and working hard at home and they don’t often get the recognition they deserve.
I realised that today, when sally said something about how surprised she is when people give stuff to her for the Tanzania project. That she doesn’t need to ask people anymore.
And I can’t really talk for everyone but I can talk for myself.
Sally. I like to do what I can to help your Tanzania stuff because it means we’re helping you. And I see how proud and happy and inspired you are when you talk about the project. And its beyond a worthwhile thing. Knowing we’re helping YOU making a difference to the people in Tanzania means that we’re giving something back to you. The woman who in different ways made a difference to us. Be it you changed the lazy kids attitudes in to hardworking ones, or that you listened to the crisis of certain students (and read their emails about steps and sclub ). You don’t treat your students like a statistic. You treat them like individuals and you help them find their purpose and their passion. You make a difference. And in me , you helped me see that no matter what happens im not a failure even though I felt like one, and that I can find other ways to help people. You helped me find my sparkle again without you even realising. In listening to me and guiding me you changed things for me and made sure I didn’t give up on myself. You made a difference and for that I will always be grateful.
When I think of the name sally. I think of 5 things. One jack and sally from one of my favourite films – night mare before Christmas (that SONG!). Two- teachers – not just you , I had a teacher in secondary school with the same name she was alright too!. Three Sally morgan. My favourite medium. Four and five is more specific to you. I think of Kick arseness (if that’s a word) and five- I think of LOVEEEEE …LY MEMORIES 😉
And whilst the rest of the world may not realise that in a sussex college theres a teacher who is a kick ass woman changing students lives in both sussex and Tanzania. We know. And we appreciate you. Even if none of us say it enough. Thank you for being our teacher those years ago. And thank you for being you even now.
You’re amazing Sally miller.
And although this whole post is cringey as fuck. I think it needed to be said.
Thank you. I mean it.
OH And if you’re ever passing crawley and want a cup of coffee (the decent coffee don’t worry) and a chat..? call me up!
See you again at some point. I might even get around to making you that folded paper fish mobile by then.
But until then –
p.s. LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU and I know you don’t do selfies often but we need a new selfie for my memory book because in the old one I had a million chins and really shitty hair. Next time I’ll bring my polaroid 😉
PPS sorry it turned in to an essay.
Love from Lana / TT.
So – surprisingly the majority of feedback I got from you lot after my first post about the reusable toilet roll/ “family” cloth was POSITIVE?!
Understandably, you had a fair few questions, so here’s a post attempting to answer all your questions about How I deal with Sh*t… it will be TMI you’ve been warned.
Its essentially a piece of cloth. (the majority of mine are cotton terry cloth squares. But some are other materials). Its just a square of material, you wipe, store then wash, and RE USE when clean and the cycle continues.
2. How do you prepare them for use?
I use the Cheeky wipes system currently, so I wash them, put them in the blue box with water and essential oils ( i use mandarin oil), drain the water, give them a squeeze and they’re ready to go! – but i will be experimenting with other systems soon.
3. But HOW do you wash them?
Ok so if theyre particularly ‘poopy’ then jet spray them with the shower head (Cold water not hot or the stains will set) But if not and theres no for want of better words “lumps” on the cloth, then they can go straight in the washing machine with the meshbag, insert that is in the green “mucky” box Cold rinse to start, then a nice hot wash. I tend to do a cold rinse, followed by a hotter wash with my eco egg.
4. Do they smell?
Nope! As long as you change the water regularly and add the essential oils and wash them properly and regularly!
5. Don’t they STAIN?
Mine are a funny colour because i made the mistake of washing them with dark colours. but in terms of actual poop or pee stains NO they have not stained, but every so often I do chuck a scoop of vanish gold oxi in the detergent drawer, which keeps them even more “white”.
6. Do you have to touch Poop *shudders*???
I can honestly say that after the amount of times I’ve had to deal with poop the past few years with everything thats gone on with me – that and sorting my godchilds nappies- poop does not phase me. however for some i know this is a huge issue. I can hand on heart say that I have not had to physically touch the poop on my cloth wipes, even when I’ve jet sprayed them. HOWEVER and this is TMI but if you know me, you know I dont give a Sh*t (pun intended) – I found more issues with disposable regular toilet paper and touching poop than I have my cloth paper! Some toilet paper is so cheap and fragile that it splits and that Sh*t is NASTY when it splits or worse gets stuck.
So in terms of this, i think cloth paper is far superior. There. I said it.
I just realised that im as fussy as my uncle bob is with toilet paper. woaaah.
7. WHAT ABOUT WHEN YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD?
Again you can still use cloth paper on your period, it doesn’t stain. IT IS FINE. Again, if anything its BETTER! No toilet paper stuck to your froo!
8. Do you use normal toilet paper too?
Sometimes! the reason I switched was mainly because of the allergic reactions i was having to normal toilet paper, but since switching, im fine, and I can use the regular toilet paper occasionally without the same extreme reactions as before! I did experiment and did a whole week back on regular toilet paper – the reactions came back with a vengeance so I can 100% say that I will always be using cloth paper at least 75% of the time for the foreseeable!
EDIT : 12/3/18 – currently using normal toilet paper because ive just moved house and the washing machine doesnt arrive till today and doesnt get plumbed in till the weekend
9. What washing powder or stain remove do you use?
I use an eco egg, and occasionally throw in a scoop of vanish gold in or even sometimes leave it out in the sun – the sun is an amazing natural stain remover.
10. Is it money saving?
I didn’t go in to this cloth malarkey to save money – but i imagine it DOES save money. it certianly is worth it to ME even if it doesnt save much in terms of cost, it saves my poor arse from a nasty allergic reaction!
An updated post about “family cloth” is coming super soon and if anyone has any more questions leave them below or email!
Good morning TICERS (what do we think about this new nickname? a few of you called yourself a ticer so I thought I’d run with it!)
So I’m back.
This time I’m back Back.
Quick little life update…
I’VE MOVED OUT!
Its been about a year in the planning.
It was for my own safety and my health as my parents house was no longer suitable for me – especially after the whole stairs incident.
So moving on from the moving out thing and going back to what this post is about…
I’m back to blogging
And now i’ve moved you can expect more blog posts and also a vlog or two (when i unpack my tripod etc…)
If you’ve any blog or video requests please let me know!
Thank you for being patient with me
*As always- if you want to read the other letters to nat, you can find them on the blog somewhere*
Writing to you is becoming something I barely go a day without doing now. 90% of the time I just write them on my computer and never re-read them or do anything with them. But sometimes I put them on here. I’m not always sure why. Sometimes I feel like doing a whole separate blog just filled with letters to you, but then I have enough going on without having TWO blogs on the go!
I re-listened to some of the songs on one of our many playlists last night.
I had completley forgotten That Josh Groban “To where you are” was on there.
And as soon as it played I couldnt help but smile. ” I feel you all around me
Your memory’s so clear “. Its so frigging true.
Josh grobans music is always beautiful. But when I listen to certain songs that you made me add to our playlists, well it just makes them that much more special.
I’ve gone pinkyred and purple again (my hair not my skin, I’m not holding my breath whilst typing or anything stupid) – Its B R I G H T. You’d love it.
It was no secret that you loved christmas. You’d have been so pissed off with me this year though. We didn’t have a tree this year. BUT we did decorate PisscillaPriscilla (my commode) with tinsel, so surely that counts for something?!!
Today would’ve been your 38th Birthday. Happy Birthday My beautiful Bestfriend.
Its so weird to think in a few days 2017 will be over. And then we go in to 2018, a year that I’m actually excited for.
I started writing my yearly post of reflection, and I couldnt help but think about what you’d be saying about my appalling grammar skills. It took me back to the times I’d sit next to you and you’d wack my hand away from my keyboard and point at the screen and go “ERRRRM” at whatever bit of coursework was in front of me.
Writing this years reflection, I write a bit about making the most of every moment.
That’s something I can hand on heart say we did. The time we had together was not long, but we made memories constantly. Even toward the end. And for that I’m grateful.
Someone asked me the over day who you were (whilst pointing to my necklace). And everytime I get asked that I can’t help but smile as I say “Natalie. My BestFriend.” Then if they ask more questions, I tell them your story.
Now I’m 20, people dont seem to ask the question they used to. “But the age gap…?”. The age gap was nothing really. Because you said I had an old soul, that I was actually an old granny in a 16 year olds body… and you were just you 😉
I can’t have an alcoholic beverage today. I havent had one in a while now.
But I’ll have one for you soon Nat.
No doubt you’re having a few up there.
I miss you.
I love you always.
*if you want to read the other letters to natalie you can find them on this blog somewhere*
I suddenly feel really old, and people keep saying I’m being silly, that I’m only 20 years old, that I don’t know what old is – which makes me want to scream. I know you’d understand EXACTLY what I mean by that.
Nothing has turned out like I had planned, or expected it to but when does it ever? A few months ago I still felt extremely bitter about it but now? I’m still a bit bitter, but I’m kind of glad because all these new opportunities are coming my way, and if the stuff that did happen never happened then none of this would’ve been going on now!
Its been about a year since I last wrote you a letter on here. I find myself writing texts to you, and instead of pressing send, I delete each word, remembering that you’re not on the other end of that phone anymore.
So much has happened although I already know you know because I feel you with me in so many different, in the number 3 that pops up, in the smells that suddenly appear out of nowhere of, in the songs that play on the radio, in the weird noises and the just plain spooky stuff that keeps happening.
I’m in the process of starting a giant adventure. Although I suppose its already started. Each week I hope this weeks the week we hear news but so far no news. I’m terrified yet excited. I’m excited for this new step, this new part of my life, and I know that things will be so much better for me, that its another door opening. But its still a bit scary.
I miss you so much.
Its been 4 years since you grew your wings.
How is THAT possible.
It still feels like yesterday.
I keep having these little moments where something happens and I grab my phone and go to ring you.
And although its been 4 years I STILL go to whatsapp you every single morning like I once did. Its 4 years yet I still find myself laying on my bed with my phone in my hand typing our usual message out.
I still expect you to be sitting waiting for me when I go in to see your mum.
There’s stuff happening at the minute, questions that I know I need to answer and have the answers but im not ready. Not yet. I’ll face it head on when Its time. But not in 2017.
Its stupid. I’m sat here typing you a letter and i’m close to tears. Because my heart hurts again. I miss you. And now I miss uncle twat. Your daddy number 2. Now hes with you again and I miss you BOTH. I know you’re together. Reunited. Causing mischief. Eating Steak. Getting drunk. And looking at us down here thinking we’re idiots. But i’m still angry. Angry that you’re both up there when neither of you should’ve left in the first place.
They say times a healer. That over time things will be easier. Well they’re fecking liars nat.
It doesn’t get easier.
It still hurts.
I’m still quite angry at the world.
My heart still hurts and I still have a piece of me missing.
You’re missed every day. And we talk about you all the time.
I keep my promises. I hope you’re keeping yours.
You’d love my godchild. I feel like you were with me when I helped her come in to the world. Shes adorable. As Esmeralda’s mummy teaches ME about cloth nappies, I’ve been teaching/showing your mum. I bet you’re finding THAT entertaining.
I look at Eslan (Esmeralda’s current nickname) and I cant help but smile and imagine what you’d say about her. You’d probably accuse me of being broody… and then take the kid of me and hug her for the next century and a half.
I had a cuddle with Eslan the other day, and I remembered about a conversation we once had about babies. All i’m going to say is maybe you’re right after all.
I don’t dream often. but when i do, the dreams I have are just bizarre. They don’t make sense. I’ve got this feeling right down in my gut that you’d know what it’s all about. But as I can’t ask you, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
we only have a few weeks left of what has been one of the shittest years I’ve ever had. I can’t help but wonder what 2018 will bring. I wish i knew. But most of all I wish I could have a moment with you again. I would give anything to have you back with us again.
I Love You NatNat.
October has been a strange month so far.
On the 3 rd of october, I helped one of my bestfriends, Lou (aka Louisabum if you follow my twitter and have seen previous tweets she did on my behalf) deliver her baby girl.
To say it was dramatic is an understatment. I was the only one there. So it was just me, lou and a woman on the phone.She was born before the paramedics got there. It was super fast and super scary. Mum and baby are home now, and doing well. She came to visit me a few days ago and she is aboslutely gorgeous. I love her so much.
One thing I have to say. When lou asked me to be her birth partner all those months ago, I didn’t expect to be her personal midwife at her flat!!!!!!
First words out of our friend Stevies mouth was “At least you can cross it off your bucket list”.
It was certainly a life experience I have to say. Not one I think I ever want to have again though. Especially as there were some complications. Thankfully mum and baby are perfectly fabulous now and are doing beautifully.
Lou is absolutely amazing. I knew she would be an amazing mum, but seeing her with her daughter – shes just so bad ass and awesome and I’m so fecking proud of her. It proves that having ehlers danlos syndrome doesnt mean you have to stop living life!
So on behalf of one of my best friends Lou, id like to announce the birth of her gorgeous baby girl Esmeralda-Lani skylar Margaret Louisa Kay River Ambrosia Alba Opheliana *plus their surname* weighing 8lb 3oz.
The kid has more names than royalty. And the last 4 names were added just a few days ago. Lou would like me to publicly say that she’s chosen the names for several different reasons and to honour lots of important people.
Shes called esmeralda-lani. The lani is after me (Lou calls me Lani (pronounced larn ee) ) Im also very proud to say that a few weeks ago i was asked to be godmother- an honour i have accepted. MY GODDAUGHTER IS HERE LADIES AND GENTS AND I HELPED DELIVER HER! I HELPED A HUMAN ENTER THE WORLD ❤️ The kid flew out like a rocket, most amazing scary and magical thing ive ever been involved with!❤️❤️❤️
welcome to the world little one auntie lani loves you lots xxx