Category: Parenting

Part Twenty One: Nine hours

Dear Morayo, Have I mentioned what an amazing sleeper I was before you came along?  Your Nanna has always said that when I was little, I used to just drop my chin into my mashed potato at dinner time and have a quick snooze whenever the opportunity arose.  Now I don't know whether that's true … Continue reading Part Twenty One: Nine hours →

Part Twenty: Relief

Dear Morayo, I needn't have worried last week when you decided to reject my breast.  I was about to give up offering but persevered one more time by ramming it into your mouth and squishing down hard (that's the funny thing about breastfeeding; it sounds so idyllic and natural and wonderful until you find yourself … Continue reading Part Twenty: Relief →

Part Nineteen: Rejection

Dear Morayo, I did it.  I left your Dad in prison in Amman just before Christmas of 2013- packed up all my things, gave everything else away and got on a flight.  I have absolutely no recollection of going to the airport, the flight itself, or even what I did with the three weeks I … Continue reading Part Nineteen: Rejection →

Part Eighteen: Crappy Christmas

Dear Morayo, It's 2020 now- a brand new year and a brand new decade.  Your first Christmas was quiet, but one in which we discovered that you much prefer wrapping paper to actual presents, and also that you're a huge fan of Yorkshire puddings! I had a tough time over the festive period, it has … Continue reading Part Eighteen: Crappy Christmas →

Part Seventeen: Dirt

Dear Morayo, Not only can you now clap your hands, but you can wave hello and goodbye, and even say 'hiiiii'.  Obviously I'm bursting with pride, think you're bordering on genius, and have told everyone I know- I mean, you're not even nine months old yet!  Star in the making! I've been putting off writing … Continue reading Part Seventeen: Dirt →

Part Sixteen: Privilege

Dear Morayo, You know by now that your Dad and I met in Jordan. Prior to living in Amman, he had lived in Dubai as well as his home country of Nigeria, and I had lived in Libya, Yemen and Sri Lanka as well as growing up in the UK.  Since leaving Amman I worked … Continue reading Part Sixteen: Privilege →

Part Thirteen: Hope

Dear Morayo, This week I have remembered what an amazing thing hope is!  You have spent the last couple of weeks waking every hour or two at night, and that coupled with your refusal to nap anywhere but the sling for the last three months has been slowly but surely breaking me.  Not only has … Continue reading Part Thirteen: Hope →

Part Eleven: Bubble bursting

Dear Morayo, You're five months old now, and you love bubbles!  You dribble and blow raspberries all the time, making as many bubbles as possible both whilst smiling as well as during 'I-need-a-nap' tantrums.  When I take you to baby sensory classes, your favourite part is always when the lady in charge brings out the … Continue reading Part Eleven: Bubble bursting →

Part Eight: There’s no smoke without fire

Dear Morayo, Entering into motherhood is like entering into a sisterhood that you never knew existed.  People welcome you aboard the 'mothership' with open arms, and you navigate your way through the choppy seas with advice from these 'old hands' as well as bumbling around with your new-found new-mother friends who just so happen to … Continue reading Part Eight: There’s no smoke without fire →