Not too long ago, we published a blog about tongue-tie and how it may impact breastfeeding. Today, we give you the very personal, honest and emotional story of Pippa from Gateshead, and her husband Ad, both sharing their experience with their first son Toby.
Remember that each experience is unique, and we are not sharing this story to show you that IF your child has tongue-tie, it means that this is going to be your story too! Continue reading
The technical term to describe tongue-tie is ankyloglossia (but we can stick to tongue-tie, can’t we?), and it’s a congenital anomaly that can reduce mobility of the tongue tip. It happens because the membrane connecting the underside of the tongue to the floor of the mouth (called lingual frenulum) is just a bit tighter and shorter than in most people. Although this is just proof that we are indeed all different, tongue-ties can vary in degree of severity – this is also due to where, under the tongue, the frenulum is attached (either towards the tip of the tongue or towards the back of the tongue). Essentially, tongue-tie has the potential to have different effects on different people, and difficulties in breastfeeding (and then later on in life, if the tongue-tie is severe and not corrected), eating and speech are the most common effects. Continue reading
Here at The Natal Family we have impatiently been waiting for months for the publication of the His and Hers Guide to Pregnancy and Birth written by The Natal Family amazing founders Steph and Dean Beaumont and out on the 9th of June 2016. The His and Hers Guide is the second book published by the Beaumont’s, with The Expectant Dad’s Handbook published by Dean in May 2013. Continue reading
Last summer I took a short trip to Canada, and one of the key takeaways from the holiday for me was how family friendly the place is. This was the beginning of my spending FAR more time than I ever anticipated analysing the toilet facilities around me, and wondering whether they were even sending out subliminal messages! Continue reading
Seven and a half years ago our cosy world of coupledom changed. With a sudden rush to hospital and the shock of labour starting nine weeks early, our journey to parenthood had its first real test. I thought I was ready to embrace being a mum; I thought I knew what love was; I thought I knew what commitment meant; I thought I knew who we were, as individuals and as a couple. I had it all planned out. I’d read all the books, secured a nursery place, bought, begged and borrowed all of the oh-so-essential baby equipment. I’d even played a CD to our dog, which had nothing but sounds of babies crying and gurgling so that our lively Spaniel would accept our baby when he arrived. Oh how perfect everything was going to be. Continue reading