Sunday, 28 August 2016

Bringing up a Disabled Child


A couple of months ago I asked my mum to write a post for me about bringing up a disabled child - I've written posts in the past about having a disabled sibling but thought it would be good to get a different perspective from my mum. So thank you to my mum for a lovely post and I hope you enjoy reading:

I have two gorgeous daughters in their twenties, each equally precious to me, but very different from each other. Amy is a university graduate with a responsible full time job and a mortgage. Bethany is profoundly disabled, epileptic and unable to walk or talk. 
When we realised Bethany was disabled it was scary and confusing. We didn’t know what her future would be like and the doctors didn’t know all the answers. Life has been an emotional rollercoaster. Sometimes we have been at rock bottom with fear, stress and worry, other times have been so joyful and poignant because we didn’t expect to have them.

Bringing up a disabled child means that there is an underlying sense of fear that never goes away. In the beginning Bethany wasn't  expected to live for more than a few weeks. This made me determined to cope with any disability she might have, just as long as she survived – and she did! The fear is still there – fear that her unpredictable epilepsy might worsen or that I might miss something she is trying to communicate. It has made me sort out my priorities! I still stress about everyday things but I know they don’t really matter in the great scheme of things. It makes me appreciate the small things in life and be grateful for what I have.

One thing I am grateful for is the relationship between my daughters. Amy was so pleased to have a baby sister and never showed any sibling rivalry or resentment that her little sister got so much attention and disrupted her life. Several times we had to dash to hospital because Bethany was having seizures or we had to cancel outings. Amy just took it all in her stride. As a five year old Amy didn’t wrap Bethany in cotton wool like the rest of us and Bethany needed that stimulation. Bethany has always done things for Amy that she won’t for others.  She loves her big sister, and now that Amy has moved out she gets excited when she knows she is going to see her.  

One of the hardest things to cope with is the ‘differentness’ of our lives. It can be  isolating and its easy to feel we don’t belong in the ‘normal ‘ world anymore.  Sometimes we receive  unnecessary stares or hurtful comments (not all intentional I’m sure), but we have also received some of the kindest gestures and compliments from friends and strangers alike. We have also met some incredible, inspirational people – both parents and professionals. Having Bethany has made me less judgemental and more accepting of other people.

Having Bethany has made me realise how we are all different from each other – but also all equally important. Bethany may have health issues and developmental delay, but she is happy and content. She is loved and loving. She enjoys being with other people and having friends. She loves playing silly games and laughing. She brings out the best in people and she has made our lives richer.

I have two gorgeous daughters in their twenties. Both are equally precious to me and both have taught me so much about life. I am truly blessed to be their mum.


Friday, 26 August 2016

Summer Favourites


So it's not the end of summer yet (fingers crossed), but I've had some firm favourites so far this season that I wanted to share. These are a mixture of fashion and beauty and also a mixture of old rediscoveries and new finds. 

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Two Primark Sale Bargains


I'm not gonna lie, I don't usually have much time for Primark. They're often my go to for shoes and accessories, but in terms of actually foraging through the clothes and then queuing to get into the eau-de-feet scented changing rooms just to find that all the clothes make me look like a balloon? Not for me.

Sunday, 21 August 2016

Temporary Living Room Transformation





So I wasn't sure whether to do a transformation post on this room or not because it's actually eventually going to be our spare bedroom, but at the moment it's our living room while we get to work on downstairs. It's actually probably my favourite room we've done so far (sorry bedroom) because I adore the colour and it's got the fireplace and the built in shelves which give it a bit of character. So because of that I thought I'd do a transformation post now because it's not going to look that different as a spare bedroom because the sofa will just become a bed and the TV will disappear.

Friday, 19 August 2016

An Outfit My Boyfriend Hates


Despite loving the trend I've not owned a pair of dungarees since I was about three years old. The classic style of dungarees has just never been that flattering on me (since I was three anyway) but when I spotted these jumpsuit style ones on Asos for only £11 I was sold.

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Hairstyles with Irresistible Me


I received a comment in my year 11 yearbook (by yearbook I mean notebooks we all bought ourselves in the hopes everyone would write nice things about us in them - lol) from a friend telling me that whenever she thought of me she thought of headbands and that used to be very apt. I was obsessed with wearing headbands from when I was very little up until I left school and I started making less and less effort with my hair (I mean don't worry, I still washed it). Although in the past year or so I have started trying to make an effort with my hair again, I haven't reintroduced accessories yet so when Irresistible Me got in touch offering me a choice of three of their hair accessories I knew I'd pick headbands.

Sunday, 14 August 2016

How Blogging Has Made Me Less Bitchy


This is kind of a scary post to write because I don't want it to come across in the wrong way, but hopefully I'll manage to jumble some words together that make sense and put across what I want to! I'm not trying to say that I was a massive bitch before I started blogging - I like to think I was quite a nice person, but I would say I was quite judgmental. I'd make assumptions based on few facts about people and even though I wouldn't voice my assumptions I'd still make them in my head.