• Cool Crazy Beautiful Motherhood

    I’m the Queen of this Castle

    “We don’t negotiate with terrorists”. Until the terrorist is a one year old with blonde curls and a scrumptious grin. My son was born hungry, he ate every two or three hours, around the clock, for that first year (he still can’t go more than ninety minutes during the day without food). Other babies had started stretching their feeds and were happy to be distracted for twenty minutes if mommy needed to get home, eat lunch, sort out her toddler, make coffee, breathe. There was also no warning when the screaming for food would come (there still isn’t). He’d be sleeping (sleeping!) or awake and suddenly seem to realise he…