In the hazy days (and nights) of our son's arrival, sleep seemed to become the most important thing, almost an obsession. It's not surprising though really is it?

Back in December, when we were child (and care) free, we managed to get tickets to see Pearl Jam in London for June this year. We thought by then we would be 6 months in to parenthood and figured we would probably be ready for a little break.

In order to get through the first trimester of my pregnancy, I basically needed to be excellent at keeping secrets and a damn good liar.

Our bedroom used to be a pitch black, peaceful serenity. A place where hubby and I could spend many blissful hours of uninterrupted sleep and lazy weekend lay-ins. Then little man arrived and oh how things changed.

Discovering what the all encompassing role of being a Mum actually means.