The Brutal Honesty of Kids….

My kids are the golden ages of 2 and 3. My goodness they are really hard work. But also AMAZING. I just know it’s this time I will look back on in years to come as the “golden era”. The time they were just the cutest. They are also just so brilliantly entertaining. Some of the things they do and come out with right now are just hilarious! I thought I’d compile my favourites. A couple are from the mouths of my own kids and the others are corkers from my lovely community. I hope you enjoy them! Got any to add? I'd LOVE to hear!

  1. OK I will start…My 2 year old whilst jumping on me in the sofa whilst I am rather hungover and in my dressing gown – “Mummy! You are so bouncy! Just like bouncy castle!!” Yeah….thanks kid.
  2. “My friend's 4 year old daughter announced “I've got an itchy Minnie mummy” – in a full dental waiting room😂” – Rachel Buckingham
  3. “My son announced loudly, in a packed cafe, ‘Mummy, I know what the F word is!’ He was only 4 but I calmly (and quietly) asked what that was. He lowered his voice and replied in a strong stage whisper ‘FAGINA’.” – Ruthanne Garrett
  4. “As a small child I announced ‘Mummy your hair is so golden except for that fat brown stripe down the middle'” – Gav Qayin. Ouch, Gav, ouch!
  5. “I was babysitting for my friend and before she went out her kid said ‘Mummy, are you going to be sick and wee in a bucket like last time?’”- Claire Salter. OMG!
  6. “We took our boys to Thailand when they were 5 months and 22 months. Isaac my then 22 month old used to get words and letters muddled and would call doggies ‘goddies’ and many other muddles. We saw some elephants in Thailand and on our return he told many people we encountered that he had seen an elephant with a really big c*nt! (He meant trunk btw)” – Samantha Barfoot. MEGA LOL!
  7. “I was lying in bed trying to settle my 4 year old as he always gets in my bed in the night. I said to him, ‘will you still be getting in Mummy’s bed when you’re 45?’ He looked surprised and said ‘no Mummy, you’ll be dead.’ “- Alice McPalace. BAAAAHA HA HA
  8. “Years ago my then 7 yr old son (who is now nearly leaving school age) handed back an old school stylus for a gameboy that some family friends’ kids had left in the living room as they were leaving and said, “Hey, don't forget your clitoris…!” luckily the girls in question were French and didn't really understand – this was simply the best ever…he will of course never live this down – nor will i let him!” – Sarah Lovesart. Simply brilliant.
  9. “When my eldest was around 2-3 there was the time when he was trying to tell me something and he just couldn’t get to the point. I was sat on the floor and he was stood in front of me. ‘Come on Spike, spit it out’ I said. So he spat in my face.” – Esme Glazebrook. Quite ironic that this nearly made me spit out my coffee!
  10. “Many, many years ago I was doing an interview for radio as part of the Brighton Fringe Festival at a well known gay venue on St James Street. As a single mother I had taken my toddler along in her pushchair. Adorning the walls of this cafe were photos of scantily clad men in angel wings . At the very end of the interview my toddler shouted out in wonder and at the top of her voice ” LOOK MUMMY! THERE'S FAIRIES EVERYWHERE! ” It was a live show. 😁” – Ethel Sparrowhawk. Loving this SO much!
  11. “My 4 year old came out with ‘why has granddads face melted? Is it coz he's old'” – Sam Magic-Lee. Ooops!
  12. My friend's daughter was asked by her teacher what talents her mummy had. She replied “She's good at farting….and drinking wine” – Zoe Forbes. BRUTAL.
  13. “‘Mummy, can you wipe my bum? I'm holding a hamster.'” – Kate Ballard
  14. “‘Grandad, can I sit on your willy?’… said by my then 3yr old daughter to my Dad. Cue lots of coughing and rapid changing of the subject…” – Fiona Gambie. Oh goodness.
  15. And I'll leave you with this gem from my own 3 year old. We were in a very busy public loo and I'd taken her in the cubicle with me. It was my time of the month so I had a sanitary towel. She started laughing hysterically whilst shrieking “Mummy! You are wearing a nappy! You are a baby!”.

Sally Bunkham is the founder of Mum's Back, providers of new mum gift sets and hamper gifts for mums. £1 from every hamper sold goes to PANDAS Foundation.


What Kate Spade’s Tragic Death Has Made Me Realise….

I was sat on my bed moments before I heard the tragic news of Kate Spade’s death. I remember in the minute before the sun was shining on my face and it felt all warm and lovely, and I was looking out to the view of Brighton station in the distance…I could see the trains pulling in and out and I thought (as I often do) about the people who might be on that train. I thought lazily about where they might be going and what they might be thinking. We’d just put the kids to bed and I remember feeling perfectly content in that moment. I won’t go as far as saying I was “happy” because I feel like as soon as you think “oooh I’m happy” it kind of breaks the mood and ruins it. I much prefer “content”. You see, “content” feels SO good to me these days, after that bleak period of total sleep deprivation and PND when I had with 2 babies under 2. I think you can relish contentness (if that even is a word?!) much more after depression. You appreciate it more. So it felt like such a jolt when I glanced down at my phone to read the tragic news of Kate’s death. The terrible thing is that news of suicides seems so horribly common these days. So often relating to those people we assume “have it all”. In many ways Kate Spade’s life was a replica of my dream. A successful mother with her own business. She’d made her millions by the time her kids came along and was able to sell it and enjoy their upbringing. She was creative. She’d used her talents so wisely. On paper she had the dream. I spend so much time wishing for stuff like this.


My thoughts on a daily basic include…”I want Mum’s Back to be the number 1 market place for mum gifts. How can I get there?” “Oh god, so and so on social media is CLEARLY doing SO much better than me. She’s so popular. I’ll never be that popular. I bet her kid sleeps too…” “I’m getting old! 37! I’ll never make it as a businesswoman, I started too late. I should get a proper job” “I need to have the mind set. Maybe I’m not ‘go getter’ enough” “I’m not doing enough! I need to write more blogs! Get in more papers! Sell more hampers! I’m just not ambitious enough. I’ve got to do 1 hour more work every day and sacrifice Netflix time”, blah blah blah…I could go on.


I am ALWAYS berating myself. For not being successful enough. For not having enough followers. For not selling enough hampers. All these things are so easy to measure supposed “success” by. But let’s, for a moment, imagine I DID fulfil all these aspirations. Would I be any happier than I am now? I’m not so sure the answer is a definite yes. I’ve had some small tastes of success. Nothing major, but successes all the same…..articles published in The Guardian and other National Press. I’ve made appearances on live telly. I’ve spoken to large audiences. The kind of stuff that I probably dreamt of when starting my business just over a year ago. Did it feel good when I achieved those little milestones? Yes it did. But the next day life went back to normal and I went back to wanting more. Always more. MORE MORE MORE. I’m not sure this want for more ever really stops, does it? For me I think that’s true. I suppose that’s a symptom of the human condition. To always be striving for something. Always needing to make that next step. Not relishing those feelings of content in between.


I realise now the ultimate success (for me at least) is being happy with my lot. Of course, I realise I’m in quite a privileged position so it’s easy for me to say that. I have a husband, 2 kids, food on the table and a roof over our heads. The trick for me is to truly tune in to the gratitude I feel for that. Because I definitely feel it. I just need to focus more on it.


Kate Spade’s death is a reminder on how indiscriminate mental health issues are. We can be the most successful people on paper. We can apparently ‘have it all’. Mental Health conditions don’t give a shit about that. It could be any one of us and we could be at the peak of our apparent “success”.


What Kate’s tragic death has taught me is to try and enjoy the journey more. And those moments of contentment? To really tune into those. Those times I look at the view out my window with the sun on my face and think “that feels nice”…to drink that in and FEEL it. Savour it. Enjoy it. Because to be able to feel that level of contentment is an utter joy and a privilege, and not something to take for granted.


Sally Bunkham is the founder of Mum’s Back providers of new mum hampers, whilst raising money for PANDAS Foundation.



For my Husband on Father’s Day

When my husband and I got married, we chose this poem (by Hovis Presley) to be read during the ceremony. And my goodness, I don't think either of us quite realised quite how important the content of that poem would be during the coming years, as we became parents.

Without my husband by my side during our first three years of parenthood, I have no idea where I'd be. With Father's Day around the corner, it's time I said thank you. Thank you for so many things.

  • For understanding my body was going a little crazy in pregnancy. For always being on hand to nip out for Gaviscon. For not minding being asked to pop out of the office to buy constipation remedies. For sleeping in the spare room or on the sofa during the last few days/weeks because I couldn't get comfortable. For comforting me when I cried about silly things because my hormones were going mad. For asking the questions I hadn't thought of during appointments with the midwife. For listening to accounts of my crazy pregnancy dreams & not laughing (much). For understanding my immediate need for a Slush puppy.
  • You were a brilliant birthing partner. You always understood my fear of labour, and you did everything you could to alleviate that. You had just the right level of humour and care to get me through childbirth. Thank you for not fainting at the sight of blood (even when it splattered across the midwife's face). You were always as involved as you could be from the off. You whipped off your top and had skin to skin with our babies both times as quick as I did. You listened as intently as me when the lovely midwives explained how to change a nappy. You helped and adjusted the baby on my breast as we tried to get the right latch. You stayed in the hospital with me as long as you possibly could, till the midwifes eventually kicked you out. And when you left I cried and you cried.
  • Breastfeeding didn't work out for me. You knew how this broke my heart. You did everything you could to make it better. You researched. You did everything possible to try and make it better. But ultimately, you made me realise I could still be a brilliant mum and it was ok. You recognised my guilt and pain and you made me realise that in the grand scheme of things it wasn't important. I could see how cross you were that I'd gone through this and no one had prepared us for the possibility.
  • When we discovered we were going to have another baby when our first was just 3 months old you were as scared as me, but your first words were “it's going to be OK Sal, it will be fine”. I knew I had your 100% support and it made everything ok. We would cope and we would love those babies. And that's exactly what we've done.
  • Possibly the one thing I can't thank you for enough, dear husband, is your night time brilliance with those babies. You have jiggled, paced, cuddled, swung, held and comforted those babies at every hour of the night. For hours and hours and hours. Just imagine how many hours we've clocked up pacing the floor with babies, dear husband?! Oh my goodness. And yes, we complained. My god we complained to each other. But you NEVER suggested I should do more because I wasn't technically “working” or because I'm their mum. Not once. You are the most patient man alive. When I felt I was going INSANE pacing the carpet with those babies you were gentle and calm. I still have no idea how you did it. Our girls still call for us both in the night. For a long time you were the only one that could comfort our darling Ruby. That's because you were always there for her. Your ability to cope under severe sleep deprivation still astounds me. I will never be able to thank you enough! It always makes me think of this little poem that I saw in the paper

  • My husband the feminist. You make me believe I can be whatever I want to be, and you have exactly the same attitude with our girls. You are the one that pushed me when I said I wanted to start my own business. You are the one that encourages me to go for it. And do you know what? Our girls see that. They already see that. And they know you feel the same about them. You encourage them to do everything they show an interest in. You will happily get your nails painted by them, and buy them toy trucks and lorries too. You are determined that their gender will not define them. I am so proud of your attitude and I am so happy that they have such a beautiful and kind, but quietly fierce and ambitious soul as their role model.
  • My rock during PND. You knew I was falling apart at the seams even when I couldn't see if myself. You knew that, and had to cope with that, whilst having to deal with work and 2 non sleeping babies as well. You remained calm. You comforted me. When you saw me going to dangerous places, doing crazy things like screaming into pillows, you never once made me feel like I was mad. You gently persuaded me that we needed to seek help. Always “we”, never “you”. You comforted me and reassured me. You made me realise I was still a good mum. It scares me to think of what would have happened without you. I was close to becoming really poorly, and without you, I would have been. You helped cure me.
  • For loving the kids completely and entirely, and for loving me too. You have loved me through everything. Through spinal blocks and the first poo after labour, and the breast pumps and the crying, the sitting on doughnut cushions, the ringing of 111 at 4am, the breaking down at the doctors, the tears and stress of blood tests and the “I'm a crap mum, I cannot do this”. The hysterical laughter at 2am when they're both up AGAIN. The desperation of “let's drive her in the car and see if that makes her sleep”. The boiling hot summers of jiggling babies to sleep. The books on “how to get a baby to sleep”. The hand, foot and mouth. The slapped cheek. The chicken pox in pregnancy. The going to work on the train after literally 40 minutes sleep. The punching of the walls and the near loss of your wife's sanity. Through all of that (and so much more) you have loved me. And I'm so very very grateful. I didn't think it was possible to love you more than I did when I married you. I was wrong. Happy Father's Day Paul Edward Bunkham.

This blog was written by Sally Bunkham, founder of Mum's Back – new mum hamper gifts focussing on the yummy stuff denied in pregnancy. £1 from every hamper goes to PANDAS Foundation.

Ode To the Rods I Made For My Back


You may have read my previous blog about the top 10 most annoying things you can say to a new parent. Number 5 on that list is “oooh, you’re making a rod for your own back there!”. I heard it SO MANY TIMES. And during those crazy, rollercoaster months as a new mum it REALLY worried me. “Oh my god! I am! She’s going to be needing me to jig her until she’s asleep when she’s 15, oh no!” I’d panic and google EVERYTHING. Honestly, the things I’ve typed into the google search bar…

“is it normal that baby’s won’t be put down…EVER”

“can you die from lack of sleep?”

“how long do baby’s teeth for?”

You get the idea. But I SO wish I hadn’t spent so much time worrying about those “rods”. Because you know what? Those supposed “rods” saved me….on SO many occasions.

I thought it was about time I gave them the love and praise they deserve, because I don’t regret a single one.


Rod 1 – Letting the babies sleep on my chest

This was possibly the first example of the “rod for my own back” I experienced. You learn it pretty quickly…well if you had babies like mine you do anyway. They do NOT like being put down. Ever. The best place to sleep is with as much contact with mummy or daddy as possible. As soon as you attempt to put them down their little eyes open. I soon realised that the best thing to do was to just let them blooming stay there. You then get enforced relaxation time in front of the telly (with tea and biscuits and the remote control to hand if you’ve been canny enough) and they get their kip. Win win. Yes it got tricky when I had 2 under 2, but that’s when that sling was VERY useful. Do I regret any of those sofa snuggles I had? No I do not. I loved them. In fact part of me longs for those forced sofa head sniffing sessions back! Now they’re pre-schoolers it’d be tricky to get them to sleep on my chest and I miss it.


Rod 2 – Letting my kids have a dummy

OK I’m going to come right out and say it….this is a “rod” that’s still very much propping up my back. My kids are now 2 and 3 and they still have dummies. I KNOW! It’s not ideal. But they only really have them when they’re tired and in bed. Well…the older one does. The younger one….she LOVES hers. Probably a bit too much. But if I could do it all again, would I still let them have dummies? Erm YES! Those dummies have saved mine and their life MANY times. Because they genuinely soothe them and make them feel better. I suppose that’s why they’re called “pacifiers” in the US. Research has shown they quite literally help to reduce symptoms of pain…and my god did I need help with that when my babies were young and colicky. Research also shows that dummies can reduce the chances of SIDS. And on a less serious note…my goodness they’ve been handy to quieten those very loud cries in the supermarket when they’re causing a scene. I know dummies aren’t for everyone (one older lady at a baby group described them as “plastic germ catchers!”, and that’s fine. But I am MORE than grateful for mine, thank you very much.


Rod 3 – Only sleeping in the buggy

My first baby was a terror for this. She graduated from the “only on your chest” phase straight into the “only in a moving buggy” phase. Many suggested I’d live to hate this so I desperately attempted to get her to sleep in her cot instead. Many stress filled days I’d attempt the transfer into the cot, only to have her wake up and SCREAM, meaning I’d miss the nap window all together. It was frustrating having to go out and about and walk with her in the buggy, sometimes in the rain and snow…but it WORKED. It also meant I got out the house and got some exercise, which was great for my mental health. And although it didn’t feel like it at the time, it didn’t last forever. I wish I’d just relaxed and gone with it a bit more.


Rod 4 – The getting to sleep jiggle

For quite a long time the only way I could get my girls to sleep was by rocking and jigging them to sleep and then transferring them to their cots. Was it tiring? Yes. Was it irritating? Yes it was at times. Especially when I was heavily pregnant with my second and my first was just under 1 and needed jiggling A LOT. It hurt my back and made my arms ache. But the alternative was having to hear my baby cry, and that did not sound or feel good. The rock and the jiggle was a technique that was mildly irritating and tiring and often sweaty…but it WORKED. And both of them grew out of it. I no longer have to jiggle them to sleep. It served its purpose for a while and I’m GRATEFUL for the technique!


Rod 5 – The night feeds

Oh the night feeds! This was an approach that was wheeled out regularly in an attempt to settle and make them happy. “What’s needed to get her back to sleep?” I’d think. Was it a nappy? Colic? Too cold? Too hot? Milk! I’ll try milk! And you know what….9 times out of 10 it blooming worked. I’d overhear conversations at baby groups “Oh no, I’ve stopped the night feeds. I had to wean her off with water”. “WATER?!” I’d think. Seriously? I remember trying this when my youngest was about 17 months in an attempt to put an end to the night feed “rod”. I had the bottle of water all prepared and sat by the cot. When the familiar cry at 2am came the water was deployed. I can still picture the look of utter disgust on her face. It was like I’d tried to feed her straight whisky. “WHAT IS THIS?? I did NOT wake you up for blinking WATER, love!” the cry of disgust was not letting up. “Darling! Get me some milk! PLEASE! QUICK!” I shouted to the other half. The night feeds carried on a while. Just long enough for me to get worried by the horror stories of teeth falling out by the time she’s 7 etc etc. Then she just stopped on her own and started SLEEPING. Again, this was a rod that served its purpose and I’m grateful for it.


Rod 6 – Ewan the Dream Sheep

Awww Ewan! Where would we be without you? In our house Ewan is affectionately known as “baa baa”. We bought Ewan in those early, desperate days when our first daughter was just a few days old. She is now nearly 4 and STILL goes to sleep to that familiar lullaby tune. She also shares a room with her 3 year old sister, who now also gets to enjoy the songs of baa baa, despite her opting out at a younger age. There have been times when the rod of Ewan has been a burden. Forgetting him when we go on holiday, for example, spells utter disaster. Or when his batteries run out at a critical time. But if I had to do it all again, would I still have purchased him. HELL YEAH! I have to admit to loving that lullaby tune a bit myself. Popping it on signals the end of another tiring day. It signifies rest and calm, and I’m grateful for that. As far as I’m concerned Ewan can continue as long as they want. I just pray he never breaks, because I’m not sure the latest Ewans still play the same tune!


So there you go, the 6 rods for my back I’m grateful for. What are yours?


Sally Bunkham is the founder of Mum’s Back, who provide new mum hampers focussing on the yummy stuff denied in pregnancy. £1 from every hamper sold goes to PANDAS Foundation.

The Winner Of The May Mum Of The Month Is…..

Nat Ellis! Huge congrats Nat. Nat's lovely friend Kirsty nominated Nat….and I believe there were a few different entries from other folk for her too! I asked Kirsty to answer a few questions about her…..this is what she said, but first let's kick things off with a cheeky pic of Nat with her lovely family (& Dick and Dom!)…

How long have you known Nat?

I've been friends with Nat via facebook for a few years, as we both have children with metabolic conditions that mean they have quite complex health needs and disabilities. We only really meet up for family events that we try to get organised, as it's pretty hard for many families like ours to actually get together, our children are unpredictable in their health and planning time around them can be hard work. Nat is in Burgess Hill and I'm in Worthing, so not quite close enough to grab a 15 minute cuppa!

This You Tube link is from the day we took over part of the Bognor Skate Park with a group of wheelchair users- it was so much fun for all of us, especially the children, but we were all exhausted after about half an hour! But this is exactly the kind of thing we are really passionate about – letting our children have real, exciting play experiences – not sitting on the sidelines or being made to make yet more handprints…which is often a go-to activity for children with disabilities! When they spend a lot of time in hospital and being uncomfortable, it really matters what you do with the rest of their lives.

Why did she deserve to win our Mum of the Month competition? 

Nat is an amazing Mum, who manages to split her time between all of her children, even when Izzy is in hospital. As a single parent, I don't really know how she does it (as much as I sometimes say it would be easier doing it all myself, I would probably crack if I didn't have my husband walk in at the end of the day to take some strain, whether it's physical or emotional).

We all know we do just have to keep going, but she always has a smile; always has time to help other people and incredibly is still happy to help with some of the campaigns, such as the Changing Places toilet campaign, that has hit the headlines recently. It is really important that our families get to go out and enjoy day trips to all the places other families enjoy – especially when there are other children in the family who can miss out on so much and are usually very patient and understanding that their needs cannot be first that much. Making memories and living life to its full potential is something that should be an aim for all Mums – we never get this time back.

What would you like her to know?

I think she already knows, but it doesn't harm to remind her – that she is incredible and inspirational and that what she does with all of her children now is so important, they are amazing children, and they will look back one day knowing just how much she loved them and that they were her priority.

Huge congrats to Nat. Do you know someone that could do with a new parents gift hamper? Then get buying over at Mum's Back! If you join our mailing list you get 15% off your first order. We will also be launching our June Mum Of The Month Comp very soon.

“Here, Take These. Next!”


As it's Mental Health Awareness Week I've decided to share a blog from a fellow mum, Catherine. Catherine had spent 20 years as an admin manager, PA and senior secretary for international companies, government organisations and a national charity. After neurosurgery in 2012 and radiotherapy in 2014 Catherine was left with chronic health problems and Addisons disease, which came with various symptoms,
including fatigue. Working 9-5 in a stressful, busy office environment wasn’t great for her health or work/life balance. Catherine’s family was taking a back seat too and life felt like an uphill struggle.
Determined to continue doing what she loved, what she’d spent her whole career doing well, Catherine read and researched how to transition from Personal Assistant to Virtual Assistant, and the rest, as they say, is history. Catherine now runs Delegate VA. Here she is speaking about her journey….

I was a single parent until my daughter was 15 and would describe my life with ‘PND’ as bloody hard work for 14 years.

Hello, my name’s Catherine, I’m 41 and a Mum of one and was diagnosed as having PND in 1998.

I think my post-natal depression started ten years before I fell pregnant! I know, I’m obviously still in the midst of it or don’t quite get what ‘post’ natal means.

Or perhaps the diagnosis after my daughter was born in 1998 was wrong, but I’d just had a baby what else could it be?

I remember writing on a yellow post-it note around a year after my daughter was born ‘I’m the luckiest person alive’ and I left it in my little address book. I’d just driven home with her from a friends and she’d fallen asleep, she was so beautiful – still is – and at that moment I felt so blessed, so lucky and then that was the last time I felt what I now know is ‘right’.

I hadn’t spent hours lying awake self-diagnosing, it was the days before Google, so my diagnosis came from the one person we put a lot of trust in – our GPs. Hell, if they don’t know what’s wrong then we must be dying, so I was glad to have the diagnosis after popping in to tell them I felt a bit weird – you know, suicidal, low, tired, hungry, not hungry, angry, sad, etc, etc.

I omitted to tell the GP I’d always felt a bit like this just that it had been exacerbated post natal. And I guess, because I’d felt this way for so long it had become the norm? I was prescribed diazepam initially, which didn’t do anything. I kept popping back and was told ‘give it a little longer’ and eventually sent to see a councillor who had a terrible habit of looking at the clock behind me every time I started talking. That just made me angrier.

Over the next ten years I was given various anti-depressants to manage my post-natal depression including Venlaflaxine, Sertraline, and eventually Prozac before I’d just about had a bloody nough! Absolutely nothing made me feel any better, every morning I’d wake up and after those initial few seconds of coming round I’d then reflect and think ‘right brain what mood are we in today?’. I couldn’t cope with stress, change or anything slightly off plan, which as we know is not how being a Mum is.

I’d look at families and other Mums and think they must be faking it, I can’t be the only one who’s struggling who nothing works for? I didn’t actually think for a second that my diagnosis might be wrong.

I took myself off the anti-depressants when I was 31 (2008) after an awful experience with Prozac – did you know you’re supposed to be monitored carefully when on this drug? It’s even banned in some countries!

Then in 2011 I started to get some very strange symptoms. Excessive hair loss, every time I had a shower the plug hole was absolutely full. I wondered if this happened every year, but for the life of me couldn’t remember? I’d also started to get terribly irrational, a train journey to Cardiff was horrendous – I had no escape plan should the train fall over or get hit. At the time, I didn’t even think I was being irrational, I just thought everyone else must’ve already considered it and have their plan ready – or they just weren’t aware it could happen. I’d then noticed when watching telly and the ad breaks came on that I couldn’t remember what I was watching – in just a few seconds my short-term memory had failed.

My periods became stupidly heavy – a tampon and night time towel would last minutes and then, my periods stopped altogether.

Memory loss, loss of periods for over 12 months, hair loss, memory loss, brittle nails, fatigue and memory loss.

After a year of pointless full blood counts, a patronising female doctor who said ‘I think you’re a little bit stressed love’ and three doctors desperate to get me back on anti-depressants I asked for a referral to a private consultant. I was referred to a gynaecologist as my GP’s felt that the loss of my period was the main problem. He decided he’d do some sort of test which helps determine whether you’ve gone through the Menopause, but said it wasn’t 100% and that we’d look at other things too. I went away a little scared that I might have hit the menopause but relieved that someone was doing something different to investigate.

That night the gynae phoned me at home at 8pm. He’d been going through my notes and wanted to know if I’d ever had a prolactin test? I said my memory was bad, but that I don’t think I’d ever heard this word before so ‘no’. Okay he said, come in tomorrow and we’ll do one – it’s just a blood test.

This prolactin test came back with a reading of almost 10000 – I have since learnt that a normal prolactin is around 20.

This determined there was a problem with my Pituitary Gland – don’t worry, if you’re like me you may never have heard of that either. The Pituitary Gland, as I now know, is one of the major parts of our body, it’s a little pea sized gland at the base of our brain and is in control of almost all of our bodies hormones – the endocrine system.

The high level of prolactin and an MRI determined that I had a tumour in the Pituitary Gland and this blighter was what was causing all those symptoms.

One significant symptom associated with a Pituitary tumour, in men and women, is lactating. Now I didn’t have this symptom but I also didn’t lactate when I had my daughter! I never told anyone because I put her straight onto a bottle. I didn’t think anything of it.

Let’s fast forward, because this blog is aimed at Mum’s and we don’t have time to be reading life stories, do we…

I had the tumour removed in 2012 and radiotherapy in 2014 after the blighter re-grew and although it was a very stressful time I am so glad it happened, because now I wake up, go to bed and live every day ‘happy’. Who even knew that was possible? I didn’t.

I can now genuinely write that post-it note out again and again every day – ‘I am the luckiest person alive’, not only because I am a Mum, but because I am better.

So, if your PND isn’t getting better or you feel every day is a struggle – it doesn’t mean you have a Pituitary tumour – but it might not be PND. Keep asking, keep badgering, get a second, third, fourth opinion. This is your life, you deserve to enjoy it.

Catherine x

A MASSIVE thank you to Catherine for sharing such a personal and complex journey, and offering such an insight. I for one had NO idea, and it just goes to show how varied and under researched mental health issues are.

The Taboo Of Self Harm – For Mental Health Awareness Week

If you'd asked me before my experience of PND what it was all about I'd probably have said it was a feeling of sadness some women get straight after the birth of their baby. I assumed it meant they felt all depressed and didn't really bond with the baby well. That was it. That was the extent of my awareness of PND. If someone had asked me before my experience of self-harm what that was all about I might have said something about Kurt Cobain. My naive view was that it was probably something a moody teenage emo type would do…..possibly while listening to grunge music in their bedrooms. I thought it was something they anticipated doing and would prepare for. Something they probably thought was “cool”. Am I embarrassed about my old views on all this? Hell YES. Just typing it now is making me squirm with shame.

Both PND and self-harming were things that crept up on me. I didn't get PND with my first baby and I didn't get it until my second was around 5 months old. It didn't take the shape I assumed it would. I wasn't really sad and I fiercely loved both my kids. I WAS incredibly exhausted; so much so I was hallucinating images and noises and I WAS incredibly angry. I was angry with pretty much everyone and everything and especially angry with myself. I'd had 2 babies just one year apart. Two under two was hard work, and add the fact my youngest had an undiagnosed medical condition which meant she cried and was in pain SO much of the time into the mix; it created the perfect storm. But my focus wasn't on my own mental health, it was on my babies and all the jobs I had to do to ensure they were alive and as happy as they could be. This was incredibly hard when the youngest was crying so very much. The toughest part was not being able to do anything about it. We tried EVERYTHING. We saw specialists, paediatricians, dieticians, cranial osteopaths, nurses, doctors….we tried cutting out certain foods, medication, special milks, probiotics, special cots, special slings…the WORKS. Nothing would bring any relief. And the guilt was unbearable. The guilt I couldn't stop my baby crying. The guilt my first daughter wasn't getting enough attention because I was constantly trying to get the youngest to stop crying. The guilt that I'd just shouted at my husband, my mum, my dad…because I was a horrible person. This would make me even angrier and even more likely to do it again. It was a horrible, vicious, exhausting cycle that saw no end in sight.

The self harm began in a subtle but violent way. It was an extension of the anger and sheer frustration I was feeling. I was up at 3am for the millionth time and I was so tired it felt like I was losing my mind. Every time I tried to put my baby down she'd SCREAM or wake 10 mins later. I was beyond exasperated. I grabbed a pillow, shoved it into my face and screamed into it. The pillow muffled the noise so no one else heard. After I'd done it I felt stupid. What had I just done? I didn't care, though. It provided a vent for the anger. In a way it felt good. I grabbed the pillow again and punched it hard before breaking down in tears. This became a new way of dealing with things. Screaming into and punching pillows in the middle of the night. It progressed on to punching walls. This would really hurt, but provided my first experience, I suppose, of “self-harm”. Unbeknown to me, the punching of the wall was my brain trying to find a way to cope with the sheer stress, anger, exhaustion, frustration and self-loathing I was developing in and for myself. It felt good as I was doing it. By now I'd learnt to take myself off to the quietest part of the house, away from my husband and the kids. I would punch the wall as hard as I could. The act of doing it provided a way for me to get all that inner anger, pain and frustration out, whilst simultaneously punishing myself for all my failures, which at the time I believed were 1. being a rubbish mum 2. being unable to do my main job of ensuring my kids were happy and pain free, 3. the guilt of the kids not getting the same level of attention and 4. being a crap, angry person who was horrible to everyone.

After a few of these episodes things progressed to me hurting my arms. Instead of punching walls I would get my finger nails and drag them down my arms as hard as I could, making big long red marks that would bleed. I think it was at this point it became clear to me that I was veering into the realms of “self harm”, as it replicated more of the Kurt Cobain/grunger style “self harm” I was familiar with. I suppose it was this that gave me the signal it was time to seek some kind of help. My husband had also noticed what I was doing and gently sat me down and said he thought it was time to see someone. I did see the GP and my road to recovery began. Luckily for me, self harming did not continue and did not get any worse. I am so thankful for this.

My experience was horrible and bleak and not a time in my life I'd want to go back to at all, but it did provide me with an interesting insight into both PND and self-harm. I now realise that they are both incredibly complex issues and can take many many shapes and forms. Like depression, perinatal mental health conditions can manifest in SO many different ways. It doesn't just have to be feeling “sad”. I found this graphic which illustrates the point brilliantly

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My experience of self-harm made me realise how complex that it is. Mine wasn't founded out of the quiet self-loathing you associate with grungers and emos. It was manifested from sheer anger and desperation. There is so much stigma surrounding it. I think there is a common misconception that thoughts and actions around self-harm are closely linked to suicidal thoughts, which I do not believe is the case at all. Self-harm is simply our brains finding a way to cope with incredibly stressful and tricky situations, and YES this can be common if we've gone through the life changing experience of having a baby. If you have experienced or are experiencing these kinds of symptoms, I'd highly recommend seeing your GP. This is where I began and the act of that visit alone began my journey to recovery. The Samaritans also run a totally free helpline, which is open to all and open 24 hours a day. They are fabulously trained and contrary to popular belief you do NOT need to be on the brink of suicide in order to call them. PANDAS Foundation are also there to support those with young families. The more we can talk and be open about it, the more people will seek help when they experience it or have feelings that suggest they may be going down that road. If you'd like to read another of my blogs about how to look after your mental health you can check out this article. The article talks of an amazing free tool you can use to monitor your own mental health, called Moment Health., which I highly recommend

This article was written by Sally Bunkham, founder of who provide new mum hampers focussing on the yummy stuff denied in pregnancy, while raising awareness of perinatal mental health issues and money for PANDAS Foundation.

April’s Mum Of The Month Is…….

Stacy McNaughton!

I was delighted to award the gorgeous Stacy our classic Mum's Back hamper. Stacy was nominated by her lovely husband Graham. She most certainly was a very deserving winner. I asked Graham a few questions about Stacy. Here's what he said

How long have you known Stacy? 
“15 years”
Why did she deserve to win our Mum of the Month competition? 
“Whilst we all have busy lives, Stacy, my amazing wife looks after my children, one who has cerebral palsy, two kids with attitudes, she worries about me every time I leave for work (as a police officer) she keeps the home perfect, she juggles life, kids, work and is currently in her final year of nursing! She is an older student so it hasn’t been easy! She is exhausted, she was diagnosed with a rare disease recently and is always in pain, she still doesn’t let anything put her down, though… I think she deserves the world. She is the best mum that I know and I couldn’t have asked for a better wife either! She drives my kids around, she advocates for my son and fights for all that he needs, she organises our lives and without her we would all be lost! I also had a brain haemorrhage last summer and she was basically a single mum, a carer to our son and one for me. Thank you.”
(anyone not crying?? How lovely is all that – and what an amazing family)
What would you like her to know? 
“I love her, I couldn’t have asked for a better wife or a better mum, she works so hard and deserves a bit of a break and some recognition.”
MASSIVE congrats to Stacy from us here at Mum's Back. What a worthy winner, and we really hope you loved your new mum gift set 🙂
Keep your eyes peeled everyone…the Mum Of The Month comp for May will be launching VERY soon. Lot of love, Sally x


Musings On Baby Number Three

It’s been hard to avoid the recent chat of Kate, Will and little Prince Louis. So much has been focussed on the fact Kate had to get glammed up and step out to the world media so soon after the birth. Yes, I think it was too soon and yes I did feel a bit sorry for her. Does it place too much pressure on others to do the same? I’m not sure, really. I mean, we’re not all Royal Princesses are we? I just hope her and Louis got home and instated on the sofa in front of the telly with the remote control, biscuits, breast feeding pillow and ibuprofen at arm’s length very soon after THAT pic was taken.

All the chat and buzz around the Royal baby actually made me think a lot about those who, like Kate and Will, go on to have more than 2 kids. I remember the time I announced the pregnancy of my second baby. It was somewhat of a shock because it happened so very soon after my first (she was only 3 months old). There were a few key phrases I heard again and again….”haven’t you heard of contraception?!” and “was it planned?!” being the favourites.

I wondered how it felt for those going on to baby number 3 and beyond. Did it feel much different to their previous kids? Were there phrases they heard again and again too? I was intrigued! I asked my pals and community with more than 2 kids, and this is what they said…

“I generally just get told I have my hands full, but I did have an older lady in Waitrose tell me I had her deepest sympathy! I didn't really know how to respond to that!” – Kristina Van Egmond

“We got ‘was it planned?’ a lot and ‘are you joking?’, lots of comments about being outnumbered, definitely less cards and gifts (not that I was fussed about that), and people seem to think that because you’ve got three you’re just going to continue popping them out. NOT A CHANCE.” – Ruth Parfitt.

“When people find out that my oldest is a 15 year old girl (was 14), they automatically assume she will be a “mother’s helper” for me. No way! She’s a kid! And I don’t expect her to do the mum’s role!” – Laila Quick

“With daughter number 3 I had an old lady actually say to her as a new baby and in front of both my older girls, “were you supposed to be a boy?” before asking me “will you try again?”, spotting my 8 week postpartum bump and saying “Oh gosh, are you already pregnant again?” – Nikki Gibson

“’Does your telly not work??’ That's probably the one I hear most. I've also started getting people thinking my youngest is actually my eldest's child!” – Antonia Garnett-Clarke

Thanks so much to those that contributed to this! It always surprises me how flippant and rude strangers can be with their comments!

It can be easy to assume that those having more than 2 kids must be total pros; experts who have it all sewn up (no pun intended!!), but this is clearly not the case. They deserve as much love, recognition and support as those having their first. I mean, balancing more than 2 kids must be SO hard, right?! Two is hard enough for me. And yeah, maybe they do have all the baby stuff already so a new gift is hard to buy, but that doesn't mean the don't desreve one. WHAT ABOUT MUM especially? She surely deserves more of a treat than ever…she’ll have experienced OVER TWO YEARS abstinence in her life of all the yummy stuff denied in pregnancy….so surely she deserves a new mum hamper from us?? You know it makes sense. x

Sally Bunkham is the founder of, gifts for new mums focussing on the yummy stuff denied in pregnancy. £1 from every hamper sold goes to support the fabulous work of PANDAS Foundation.

Lessons From My 3 Year Old

My 3 year old said something that blew me away this morning. Something that stopped me in my tracks and made me choke back the tears. I’d just got back from my early morning walk. My husband had got the kids up and dressed and they were just on the tail end of their breakfast when I came in. Daisy came to join me in the kitchen where I was making my own breakfast.

“Hey Daisy! How are you? Nice breakfast?” I said, without much thought. She looked at me, pulled up her top and rubbed her belly in a comical way. “ooooh yes Mummy!” she said, “And look at my tummy…’s round and fat and BEAUTIFUL!”

She said it with no ounce of irony or shock factor. It was just a statement. She was feeling full, nourished and beautiful. I was suddenly hit with the beauty and simplicity of what she said. She was so untarnished by society and its shit narratives about our bodies and our own relationship with them. What she said was pure and innocent and true and I LOVED it. I wanted to bottle that mindset right there and freeze it, so it was with her always. How could I do that? A slight sense of panic set in as I realised that probably wasn’t possible.

The funny thing is, I’d just been listening to a podcast by Lola Hoad (One Girl Band podcast) about the Inner Critic. I’d been thinking about it all the way through my walk. About the evil things we tell ourselves…..I think we all do it. I’m terrible for it. My inner monologue is always at it “you shouldn’t have eaten that.” “You have NOT done enough exercise.” “You procrastinated SO much of the day today.” “You didn’t give the kids enough attention this morning, – that is crap parenting.” “You haven’t worked hard enough. Your sales are SHIT this week…what a joke” “You should just get a “proper” job and stop pretending you can run your own business”….It goes on and on. My inner critic….let’s call her Sue, (in the podcast Lola explained hers is called Barbara. I like to think of Sue and Barbara bitching and cackling over coffee) is a total BITCH. I’d NEVER say the things Sue says to anyone else. Oh no, they’re saved just for me.

But when did Sue start piping up in my head? I’m not sure. Maybe it was after another kid called me ‘thunder thighs’ aged about 8. Maybe it was when a boy laughed at me and said I had a moustache aged 15. Maybe it was when I noticed I was much bigger than everyone in ‘Just 17’ mag. Maybe it was when I couldn’t pronounce a word in an English aged 12. Who knows? I do know I can’t remember a time without Sue being there, lurking somewhere.

I don’t think Daisy or her sister have a Sue or a Barbara….yet. And I want to keep their inner critic bitches at bay as long as I can. All I can do is keep supporting them and encouraging them. I tell them I love them about a million times a day and I hug them and kiss them ALL the time. So much so my youngest’s favourite catch phrase is “NO WET KISSES!”. I tell them they’re clever and beautiful constantly. I sometimes wonder if I’m in danger of spoiling them or giving them big heads, but I realise that’s not possible. Not in this life where we are set to be filled with doubts. You can’t spoil a kid with love. So why don’t I give myself the same love? Why don’t I tell Sue to fuck right off?

We can all learn so much from our kids. When we are young we are so naturally great at so many things. They instinctively know how to eat and when they are full. They are naturally mindful. They are totally in the moment. They couldn’t give a shit if we’re late for a train, there’s a snail to look at NOW! THERE! They know exactly how to breathe. This sounds funny but it’s so true. Since having 2 babies in a year, my pelvic floor has needed… To try and sort it out I’ve been going to exercise classes especially for postnatal women. A lot of it is quite technical and all to do with breathing. It’s so interesting. It’s about how we need to retrain ourselves to breath properly and exhale on effort. To stop holding and tensing all the time. Kids naturally just know how to do this. We gradually get it beaten out of us as we get older, habits we create. Women are so used to holding in their tummies we have to retrain ourselves to hold ourselves naturally and normally again in many cases. It’s a really sad thought. Kids naturally breathe and move the way we should, and I’m retraining myself to be like them now. It’s an amazing thing.

So, my lesson today is to be BE MORE DAISY! Not the tantrums over whether we can watch Paw Patrol before pre school part, or the fury over the sandwiches cut the wrong way, or the refusal to go to bed or tidy up bit….you can forget all that….but in the way she talks to herself. In the way she sees herself. And I need to talk to myself the way I talk to my girls. Remind myself I’m beautiful. Remind myself I’m clever. Remind myself I CAN do shit. Because that’s the first step in actually doing it and believing it, even if at first I don’t quite believe it. Because in the same way negative thoughts can become the truth, so can positive ones.

I’ll leave you with the thing Daisy said next. I was delighted with what she said about her fat beautiful tummy, but as her mum my next thought was “it’s not just your tummy that’s beautiful, it’s all of you!”…so I said to her “that’s true! And do you know what else is beautiful, Daisy?”. Quick as a flash she answered “Yep! ME!” Damn right Daisy, damn right. #BeMoreDaisy

Sally Bunkham is the founder of Mum's Back, luxury new mum hampers focussing on the yummy stuff denied in pregnancy. £1 from every hamper goes to PANDAS Foundation.