Birth

By Hayley Zemontas For all the c-section mothers willingly cleaved apart,who dreamed of ‘natural’ labour with all your stubborn heart. This truly has no bearing on how…

I’m a Parent

By Hayley Zemontas   I’ve got weetabix crusting my elbow,  stretch marks map my thighs. Toothpaste stains my shirt, crumbs of sleep still in my eyes. No time for a shower; my hair’s a knotted…