March 2011

I am so lucky to live in Britain. Our NHS may be stretched to breaking point, but it’s there, and it helps thousands of women every year have babies. I frequently look back to the birth of the geekdaughter and think how, if we’d been in another time or another place, the chances are neither of us would be here now to tell the tale. After a long and tiring labour, she was delivered using forceps as I couldn’t push her out myself. After she was born I lost a large amount of blood, and my body was so exhausted that my uterus wouldn’t contract – to this day I have no idea what the medical team did to sort me out, other than it involved a cocktail of drugs, and a certain amount of stomach pummelling.

This meant that when I had the opportunity to support UNICEF’s Mother’s Day campaign for this year, which is highlighting maternal mortality, I leapt at the chance. Did you know that worldwide nearly 1,000 women are still dying everyday during pregnancy or childbirth due to complications, a lack of medical care and unsanitary dirty conditions?  On Mother’s Day that means that nearly 1,000 mums will lose their life and newborn babies will have to grow up without their mum by their side.

Let me tell you about Chad. Before joining this campaign I had never even heard of Chad, but now I know that it is a landlocked country in central Africa. It is bordered by Libya to the north, Sudan to the east, the Central African Republic to the south, Cameroon and Nigeria to the southwest, and Niger to the west. Chad has suffered a long civil war and is one of the poorest places in the world.

Chad has one of the highest maternal mortality rates in the world, with 1 in every 14 women at risk of dying during pregnancy or child birth. Only an estimated 14 % of births are attended by a skilled health professional such as a doctor, nurse or midwife, with the cost of transport and distance to the nearest health centres, major obstacles for women accessing basic medical care if they suffer complications during pregnancy and childbirth.

I support UNICEF in their belief that it is wrong that women in Chad are still dying during pregnancy and childbirth. The good news is that UNICEF is working in the country to try and help put this right – but they need your help. I was amazed to learn that all the all the medical equipment needed to safely deliver a baby and help keep a mum safe during the birth costs just £23 – this includes all medicines and delivery sterilisation and resuscitation equipment.

This Mothers Day you can help UNICEF save ‘1,000 mums lives’ and make sure no child is born without their mother, by buying the ‘Deliver a Baby’ pack as a mother’s day gift for your Mum. Just £23 to ensure the safe delivery of a baby in a country like Chad.

About UNICEF: UNICEF, the worlds leading children organisation, supports children and their mothers in over 190 countries, working to combat deadly illnesses such as malaria and tetanus, protecting children from exploitation and violence, ensuring that mothers can deliver their babies safely and supporting families affected by emergencies.

What are Inspired Gifts: UNICEF Inspired Gifts such as the ‘Deliver a Baby pack’ are real supplies – like vaccines, medicines, food, ware containers, and education materials – that are delivered directly to those women and children who are most in need, so this Mothers’ Day, your gift for your own mum can help keep a mother living miles away safe and healthy.

Disclosure: I have written this post in support of the UNICEF maternal mortality campaign. Images and background information were provided by UNICEF. I have not received any form of compensation for this post.

 

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I’ve been waiting for the right inspiration to strike and enable me to join in the weekly Gallery Linky-thingy hosted by Tara Cain over at the Sticky Fingers blog. So when she announced that this week’s subject was Hair I was delighted. This is something about which I feel I have a lot to say, and the pictures to back myself up! It also gave my Mum the chance to dig out some of the more embarrassing pictures she has of me – thanks Mum!

All my life, people have told me I have beautiful hair. Strangers stop me in the street to compliment me on it. And it’s taken me a long long time to believe them. Because I have spent most of my life wanting different hair. So here, I present to you the photographic story of my hair, and how I came to love it.

I was born with a full head of thick, ginger hair. Both my parents have dark hair, and the only ginger we could find anywhere in the family prior to my arrival was my maternal grandfather’s moustache. Not the hair on his head, just his moustache! And before you ask, the milkman didn’t have ginger hair either. I guess I’m just some kind of weird genetic mutation or something. Anyway, when I was a baby, the one thing people would say to my Mum was “what beautiful hair – of course the colour won’t last”. And yet I sit here, almost 40 years later, proving you all wrong – yes the colour lasted!

When I was very little, there was no hint of the curls to come. My Mum used to brush my hair daily, and kept it cut short, as this picture of me at the age of 4 shows.

Awwww.... Wasn't I cute?

As I grew older, my hair grew thicker, longer, more frizzy, and more unmanageable. I was desperate for long, straight, flowing hair like my friends (I’m looking at you here Anita Prosser!), and I spent a lot of time plaiting it to try to keep it under control.

Sometimes the plaits were many:

Check out those trendy legwarmers! With corduroy trousers no less!

And sometimes the plaits were more traditional:

Obligatory embarrassing school photograph

And the reason I plaited my hair so much? Because if I didn’t, it looked like this:

Yup - frizz central!

I got teased about it, not too badly, but enough to upset me. I tried cutting it short, but it went even more frizzy, so I quickly let it grow back again. Finally a hairdresser suggested I get it layered, and that seemed to work:

No, that's not a perm. That's what my hair does all on it's own.

And about this point, people started telling me how jealous they were, how they paid a fortune to get their hair to look like that… Yadda yadda yadda. I still didn’t like my hair; it still had a tendency to frizz, was still unmanageable, and I’d still rather have that lovely straight hair that hung down the side of my face like a pair of curtains (yes, still talking about you Anita!). But i lived with what I’d got, pretty much until we got engaged. At which point I decided I’d grow the layers out and see what it looked like. It looked lovely for the wedding and honeymoon:

Ah, we were so much younger then (and the geekdaddy was so much less grey!)

But time passed, and I didn’t visit the hairdresser, and it just grew, and I kept brushing it, so it stayed frizzy, until finally it ended up looking like this:

I know, it's a horrible, unflattering photo. But don't look at me - look at the hair. Lank, not curly, out of condition...

And then, for my 30th birthday, my Dad bought me this book off my Amazon wish list:

And I read it. And I adopted the things suggested. And overnight I learned how to work with my hair, and it turned into this:

Look! Curls!

No layers, no visit to the hairdresser, just a change of hair care routine. Which I still keep up to this day. Since having the kids I’ve had it cut shorter, as hair that long is really not so practical. So today my hair is like this:

Even curlier now it's a bit shorter

It took me 30 years to learn to love my hair, and in order to love it, I had to learn how to look after it. I’ve got my haircare routine honed to a fine art, and it really works! Here’s how I look after my hair:

  1. No shampoo. Not ever. Never. I wash it with carefully chosen conditioner, and a little dash of honey
  2. No brushing. Ever. Comb through with fingers or a wide-toothed comb when the conditioner is in
  3. Style whilst damp with Boots curl creme and a suitable gel
  4. Dry by wrapping in a towel (“plopping“)
  5. Don’t let a blow dryer anywhere near it.

If you have curly hair and are interested in learning more about how I care for mine, I recommend you get hold of the Curly Girl book, and also check out the forums over at British Curlies.

It looks very much like the geekdaughter has inherited my lovely curly hair, and I’m trying to encourage her to love hers as much as I now love mine. I think it’s working. The last time she had her hair cut, the hairdresser started putting a pretty French plait into it as a finishing touch. This prompted a drama queen type outburst of crying and sobbing. When we asked her what was wrong she sobbed “I don’t want my hair plaited. I want my lovely curly hair!”

That's my girl!

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tea set with clock and vase of flowers

All I want for Mother's Day...

Historically Mothering Sunday, the fourth Sunday in Lent, was a day that all domestic servants were given the day off, and went home to see their families. It’s probably my knowledge of that history that colours the way I see Mother’s Day, and drives the things I’d like for that day. Here in the UK Mother’s Day is fast approaching (this Sunday to be exact), and I have decided that the way to get my perfect mother’s day is to spell out for the geekdaddy exactly what I want. So here goes.

1. A lie in
The geekdaddy and I have a routine which works very well. He is a night owl, and I am a morning lark, so it’s always me that gets up with the kids each morning whilst he catches up with the extra shut-eye he needs. I do the getting dressed and feeding breakfast routine, and any deliveries to nursery that are required. This mother’s day, just for once, I would like him to get up and do that so I can grab an extra hour in bed.

2. Breakfast in bed
This was something I always used to do for my Mum for as long as I can remember. Birthday and Mother’s Day I would get up (helped by my Dad when I was too small to do it on my own) and prepare breakfast in bed. I would lay out a tray with a cup of tea, bowl of cereal, toast, and a little vase with flowers I’d picked from the garden that morning. She always loved it, and it’s something I’ve always thought was a really special treat.

3. No cooking
I cook meals for the whole family almost every day of the week. On mother’s day I would like to either be taken out for a nice meal, or to have someone else cook. Oh, and a hint on those who are hoping to go out for lunch – we tend to favour our local Indian or Chinese restaurants for such occasions. All the local pubs are usually packed to the gunnels, with extra-long waits for food – never good when you have little ones with you. My experience of our Chinese and Indian restaurants has always been that they were less busy on such occasions, and usually better with the kids to boot.

4. No washing up
This follows on from point 3. Again the washing up and loading/unloading of the dishwasher are activities generally undertaken by me on a daily basis, and so on Mother’s Day I’d like a day off! This really only fuels my argument, started in point 3, that we’re best going out for lunch :)

5.  My family around me
I am very very lucky. With my sister-in-law and her family living in the same town, and my Mum and mother-in-law both living only 10 minutes drive away, it’s very easy to get the whole family (well, nearly) together. Gathering us all together means a total of 4 Mums, 3 daughters and 4 sons, crossing three generations. I love my extended family, and love spending time with them all. Mother’s Day is a time to appreciate your family, to hold them close, and to tell them you love them.

I’ve already arranged for the last three points above to happen – the whole family is booked into our local Chinese restaurant for lunch. So now it’s over to the geekdaddy – can I have a lie-in and breakfast in bed please? :)

Image: winnond / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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2011 census logoToday is census day. For the first time ever we have had the choice of completing the traditional paper form or filling the census in online. As I live so much of the rest of my life online, I chose the latter. It was a very easy experience, although it did make me laugh when I was asked to confirm the marital status of my two children!

I’ve read a couple of comments recently that implied that the 2011 census might be the last one, so I decided to do a little bit of research and see if there was any truth in this rumour. I managed to find articles on both the BBC News site and the Telegraph online dating back to last July that seem to corroborate the idea – the Telegraph is a bit more definitive in its reporting than the BBC, but both articles carry the same message – that alternative means of gathering the census are being looked in to.

This makes me sad. I know from watching “Who do you think you are?” (one of my favourite television programmes) how important the census data is for tracing personal family history. My Mum has done a lot of research into our family tree, and the data she has found from the census is fascinating. More importantly than that, the census data is used by the government, and many other organisations, for policy decisions. This year the Humanist association have had a big campaign urging people to fill the religion question in accurately, as this information (for example) is used to justify the teaching of the Christian faith in schools.

Yes, I’m sure a lot of this data is held already on various databases. But I somehow doubt that it is so complete and so accurate. And, quite frankly, to many of us (myself included) there is something almost ceremonial about completing the census form. We only do it every 10 years, which is a big enough time lapse for some really significant events to have occurred. This census is the first one that has contained my son and my daughter, and, on a sadder note, the first one that will not contain any mention of my father-in-law. I for one like taking stock of my family situation every 10 years, and I really hope the census does continue.

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Silent Sunday – 27/03/2011

March 27, 2011
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Money spider

March 26, 2011

This morning the geekdaughter saw a tiny spider on the wall in our bathroom. We had a little chat about it, and I explained that it was called a “money spider”, and it was lucky to see, and meant she’d be getting some money soon. She nodded thoughtfully, then looked at me and said “Mummy, [...]

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geekmummy.tv on toddler tantrums

March 25, 2011

This is a reply to Karin from Cafebebe’s plea for help in coping with toddler tantrums. I talk about what works for us (well, as much as anything can be said to work!) I know I have committed a great faux pas in wearing a green top in front of a green screen, but my [...]

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Which iPad 2 should I buy?

March 25, 2011

The iPad 2 launches tomorrow, and I predict long queues and shortage of stock all over the place. For many, this will be their first iPad; others will be upgrading from their original iPad. Although it’s not a huge upgrade compared to the iPad 1, I’ll still be getting myself an iPad 2. Yes, I’m [...]

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geekmummy.tv reviews the John Crane Tidlo first (balance) bike

March 24, 2011

I have always wanted a balance bike for the geekdaughter, as I liked the idea of helping her learn to ride a “big bike” without stabilisers from the start. So when I was asked if we’d like to review the John Crane first bike, I was delighted! It seemed the perfect product for my first [...]

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The One Word Meme

March 23, 2011

I’ve been tagged by the lovely Marianne over at Mari’s World in the One Word Meme. This meme was originated by Michelle over at Mummy from the Heart, and the idea is very simple. I’ll quote her words directly: I am creating a meme, called the 1 Word Meme and I would love for every [...]

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