Friday, 4 December 2015

Nursery Tour | 2015

Well, I bit the bullet and made a video. It's poorly shot and pretty bad quality but I've been wanting to do a post (or video) about Eden's nursery for a while!

Move over Spielberg, I smell an Oscar in my future.

Leigh xo


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Thursday, 26 November 2015

Movie Star?

I must admit, that's a super misleading title. But I didn't know what else I could call this post. I've been thinking a lot lately about starting a YouTube channel. There's so many video ideas in my head and things I want to put on this blog that would be way better suited to a video rather than in writing. But choosing to start uploading videos is a big decision nowadays, what with this new YouTube celebrity culture.

I don't want to start making videos because I want to be super famous or anything, because I know that nobody would watch me, let alone subscribe. It's more for the aesthetic of my blog; to make certain posts a little more interesting and to make it easier for me to show and explain things. But starting a YouTube channel and receiving absolutely no views, comments etc is something super embarrassing these days, I just don't know if I can face people thinking I've started YouTube to be famous and completely failed.

I know that virtually nobody reads this blog so maybe it wouldn't matter.

Leigh xo


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Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Homemade Hair Care: Coconut Oil Mask

Over the past few years I've experimented a lot with lightening my hair at home. But as a naturally almost-black brunette, it hasn't exactly been easy on my hair.

I've done the bleached streak

the peekaboo underlayer

the harsh dip dye

the ombre/balayage/colour melt

All the while trying to achieve hair light enough just so I could use fashion colours and pastels.

My hair tends to withstand bleach well until it gets to the brassy orange stage. This is when it starts to go knotty, gummy, dry and break off so much I lose inches in length. This is also when I usually panic, dye it back to my natural colour and let it strengthen again. 

This time I've bleached a good few inches from my roots and am in the process of lightening it past the brassy stage. my hair is stubborn and it's taking a super long time so at the moment I'm disguising the damaged mess with a lot of violet hair dye, which is helping to tone it out in the mean time. I'm aware it's a mess and I'm aware it's fried to bits, but salons are expensive and I, admittedly, do not trust anyone with my hair. 
I'm also currently going through the dreaded post partum hair loss, which basically means the hormones leaving my body are taking the extra hair they made with them. I mean it's coming out in huge clumps and I'm finding it everywhere; on my clothes, on the floor, in every room of my house, I'm even finding it between Eden's toes it's so bad. And I have really thin hair so every strand lost is dearly missed. So I'm trying my best to take the lightening process slow and condition my hair lots in between bleaching and toning. 

So this is a mask I mixed myself and I'm really happy with the results...

If you have dry, colour damaged hair or even if you just want to treat your hair to something a little more intensive, this is what you will need:

- Pure coconut oil
- Any moisturising conditioner that you don't mind using a lot of, I used TRESemme 
- A cleansing conditioner or treatment, I used WEN because it's brilliant
- A repairing serum, argan or morrocan oil is fine too.
- A measurer
- Mixing bowl
- Application brushes (Optional) 

I started by scooping out and measuring the coconut oil. Pure coconut oil comes in solid form so you have to melt it down. You can do this either in the microwave or in a pan. But just remember, it's oil and it gets extremely hot so be careful. I had just over an ounce of coconut oil once melted.

I added this to the mixing bowl, along with a few pumps of serum. I used the Garnier Ultimate Blends Strength Restorer Serum. I absolutely love it. It smells incredible and it works wonders on my hair. I was so surprised to find a high street product like this actually worked, but it does. And I'm actually kind of reluctant to tell people about it because I love it so much and want it all to myself!

Next, I added about an ounce of the Wen cleansing conditioner. I probably would have added more but I'm coming to the end of the bottle and it was all I could squeeze out.

You could probably leave this ingredient out to be honest because I know WEN is hard to get your hands on. But it's genuinely like nothing else and I added it because it's a cleanser (hence the name) which is great for bleached and damaged hair. There's also a conditioning treatment in this Sweet Almond Mint scent which is hands down the best hair mask I have ever used. 

Then I squeezed in the TRESemme. I only really used that particular conditioner because it was a large bottle and I didn't mind wasting it on a one off treatment. Any moisturising conditioner will do, or if you want to use something a little more special I'd recommend Lee Stafford's Breaking Hair conditioner. I didn't measure how much I put in, I just squeezed enough to stop the oil from curdling the mix, which it will do so don't panicYou have to stir an awful lot for the curdling to stop, be persistent, it will end up a nice creamy consistency like this. 

Also, if you have very light hair, you could add a few drops of whatever colour hair dye you wanted to this, something like Directions, Pravana or Crazy Colours to create a soft pastel tone. Remember the mix should always look a shade or two darker than the colour you're going for.

So here's some before pictures:

It doesn't actually look too bad on these pictures. But I can promise you it was. I couldn't run my fingers through it without ripping out half of my hair, the ends are split and fried. Overall it's extremely dry and I know, I know, the colour's all over the place right now. I'm in the middle of fading out the violet. 

I washed my hair as normal with my favourite shampoo and conditioner (you can apply this dry, but for me I feel my hair turns out better if I wash it and apply the mask to towel dried hair). Then I applied this with an application brush, sectioning and applying like I would a hair dye or bleach. You can just whack this on with your hands but for some reason, I always struggle to fully saturate my hair so I found brushing it on in small sections made sure it was completely soaked in the mix. 

Then you can basically leave it on for however long you want. And to be honest, the longer the better. If you can only afford a few hours, like me, then great. But if you have a shower cap or cling film, sleep in it. Heck, if you have a weekend with nothing to do, apply it the friday and wash it off Sunday night! You get my point...


I left mine on for about four or five hours before rinsing. Remember that coconut oil can be stubborn so make sure it's thoroughly rinsed out or your hair will be sticky and not very nice at all. If you have added dye to the mask then remember to rise with cold water. 

And here's the after.. 

Of course it's still insanely damaged, but it brushed through easier and had a natural shine. I've been getting huge knots in the back of my hair after washing it and I didn't have that at all after this.
The only thing I would say is that the top of my hair which is untreated with colour and bleach needed extra washing as the treatment was a little too rich and left it a little on the greasy side. In future I probably wouldn't apply directly to my roots. 

I loved doing this and will be sure to log my future hair care experiments, thanks for reading! 

Leigh xo


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Tuesday, 30 June 2015

The Naivety of a First Time Mum: My Pregnancy & Birth Story

I took up yoga. Granted it was for beginners and took about 15 minutes a session, but it was a step in the right direction. I had struggled with my weight for years, slowly gaining steadily and becoming less and less comfortable in my appearance (relationship weight is a real thing!) so along with trying out some new supplements and a cleaner diet, the yoga finally seemed to be doing the trick. Then I got those two lines. 
We hadn't planned to conceive at all, but after a day or two to let it sink in, we were happy. 'We can do this' we told ourselves over and over again. From the beginning of the pregnancy I was experiencing very painful cramps and pregnancy related ovarian cysts, so of course I eliminated the yoga for fear of losing the baby, an unavoidable paranoia that accompanies pregnancy I'm afraid. To be honest, I think I was destined to be a gainer regardless of exercise as with no excessive eating I was getting heavier by the week. And by the time I swapped to the hospital I wanted to deliver at, I was 13 weeks. 
The hospital carried out their routine evaluation of newly pregnant women; blood tests, urine tests, an abundance of questions and the ever unreliable BMI calculation. But of course, I wasn't newly pregnant, I was 3 months and fully aware I was on my way to a 2 stone weight gain at this point. But as a size 14 and still fitting into all of my clothes, I thought the doctors and midwives would see that I was carrying my weight well and was quite healthy. Oh was I wrong. 
From the moment my BMI was calculated, I was treated horrendously through my entire pregnancy. Fat shaming is a real thing and it is particularly present in the prenatal world. To the medical professionals, it didn't matter how I physically appeared, it didn't matter that I wore my own size 14 clothes until 8 months pregnant, it didn't matter that my blood pressure, urine and blood work always came back normal, it didn't matter that I had a tiny bump and could still sit cross legged, touch my toes and shave my own legs. My BMI was through the roof, therefore to them, I may as well have needed a crane to lift me onto a hospital bed. I had to meet with an anaesthetist so she could evaluate whether I was too fat for an epidural if I wanted one. Surprise surprise, of course I bloody wasn't. I was spoken to horribly by several doctors and midwives who made me feel as though I didn't deserve a baby because of my BMI. And probably the biggest factor in this entire story, I was pushed to do a GTT (Glucose Tolerance Test) to check for gestational diabetes. 
Now, GTT's are offered to all women usually somewhere during their 2nd trimester. You drink this really sugary liquid and then your blood is checked a few hours later to see how well your insuline is working. I passed this test, however after 2 hours they noticed I was 0.1 over the limit. And let's not forget, to them I was Jabba the Hut so they diagnosed me with diet controlled Gestational Diabetes. I had to test my blood sugar 4 times a day, 1 hour after eating. But for the remainder of my pregnancy, I still ate whatever I wanted and my sugars never even came close to the limit, in fact, one night we ordered Dominos and afterwards my blood sugar was too low! I honestly don't believe that if a skinny girl had gotten those same results they would have diagnosed her with anything. 
So the reason I'm writing about the fat shaming I experienced and the GD diagnosis is to set up why my labour and birth were so horrendous, why it was like a punishment for not being skinny and why it was all completely avoidable. Because I had been diagnosed with GD even though I was absolutely fine, the doctors and consultants pushed me into a scheduled induction. The baby was perfectly healthy and on track with her weight gain and besides this 0.1 over the limit, I was a completely healthy pregnant woman. But it was my first pregnancy, I'm very young and have anxiety through the roof. I had no idea I was within my rights to decline. So of course, I nodded quietly and allowed them to schedule me in for my due date, 5.4.15. 

We got to the hospital at around 8am that morning. Leading up to my due date, I'd had no contractions real or fake, no bloody show and had only lost a touch of mucus. They checked me and I wasn't dilated nor was I effaced. My cervix wasn't soft and basically I was no where closed to going into labour. 
They started me off with a pessary. Which is basically like a tampon soaked in a hormone that sits behind your cervix, super painful to have inserted and super painful to... Wear? (Poor word choice, sorry!) after about 6 hours, I was checked - no change at all. So they left it in. I was in a room which was extremely hot and the midwives kept promising to bring me a fan but they never did. I got so warm and by that night I felt feverish and ill as if I was going to pass out. No one was listening to me and instead stuck me on a machine to monitor the baby's heartbeat. At some point I overheated that much that the baby's heart rate escalated into the 200's and wouldn't come down, I began getting excruciating pain in my back and hips and no one was listening to me. I had the biggest panic attack while stuck on a monitor in the hospital bed which was soaked in sweat. It was so scary that Declan and my mum began to panic too and I was finally rushed upstairs to the labour ward where I was put on a drip and kept there until the baby's heart rate came back down to normal. They took me straight back to my room downstairs after that, but this time Declan had stolen a fan which, no word of a lie, stayed on for the remainder of my stay. 
24 hours after they first put that horrific pessary in, I was checked again. Those cervical examinations by the way, are the most painful thing ever and they got increasingly worse each time to the point where I needed gas and air just to get through them. In one entire day I had not progressed at all. My body and the baby were just not ready yet. They decided to try and induce me with a hormone gel instead. It can take up to 3 doses every 6 hours to work but most women usually go into active labour after the 1st or 2nd. After another 24 hours and all 3 doses I was getting regular contractions but physically had still not progressed at all. By this point I was getting very depressed and all I wanted to do was go home; I was in a lot of pain and was really uncomfortable. Declan even had to bath me because I was so drained.
I woke up on the 3rd morning and as soon as I stood up I felt a gush. 'Yes!' I thought, 'finally we're getting somewhere.' I was examined and my water had broken but not completely and, surprise, I had still not dialated, softened, shortened, whatever else my poor downstairs was supposed to have done 3 days ago. 
But finally I was taken upstairs to a delivery suite where I was put on the notorious pitocin drip. Pitocin is a hormone which can bring on your contractions hard and strong, it's known that women who are given this drip are more likely to need pain relief than women who go into labour naturally. After a couple of hours, they broke the rest of my water and turned the drip right up. 
I had planned since early in my pregnancy that I wanted a drug free Active Labour, which basically means a lot of walking, kneeling and squatting, allowing gravity to do its thing like nature intended. But because of the GD diagnosis, they refused to let me move from the hospital bed as they wanted to monitor the baby constantly. Again, because I was a first timer, young and scared to speak out, I didn't realise that I could decline constant monitoring as long as baby was doing okay (which she was). I felt like this was another way of them punishing me for being what they deemed as fat. I felt like they were making labour extra un-enjoyable in order to make me feel bad for being overweight and restricted in my options. I understand that some overweight pregnant women do encounter complications and I'm aware that someone else with a similar BMI to me may have been a lot larger than what I was. However there was no individuality to their treatment, no subjectivity, they didn't base their rules on me individually but on the weight bracket in which I came under. 
So the midwife continued to increase the pitocin I was receiving and I went a good 3-4 hours with no pain relief besides gas and air. It was excruciating. The only way I can describe the pain of contractions is: dehabilitating. You can't focus, you can't concentrate, you can't speak or get across what you want. When people touch you or try to comfort you, you just want them to leave you alone because the only thing your mind can capacitate is writhing around and groaning like an idiot. After being checked and only being about 2cm the doctors and midwives were trying to get me to agree to an epidural but I was determined to last as long as possible. So we finally compromised and I got a dose of diamorphine straight in the thigh. It was utter bliss. 
To be quite honest, that entire night is a complete blur to me now. I remember flashes but other parts I have no recollection. I can't remember midwives doing the change over, I can't remember Declan taking selfies next to me, I can't remember the doctor coming in and convincing me to have an epidural and I can't remember having my cervix checked and being told I was 7cm. All I remember is throwing up the entire time, my mouth being dry and my lips so cracked from the gas and air and feeling this insane pressure and urge to push when sitting on the edge of the bed for the epidural. 
By the morning of the 4th day I was fully dialated and they checked the baby who they found was back to back (head down but facing my stomach instead of my back). Another reason I believe she was not ready to come. So they had me start pushing. I pushed so hard the midwife said she could see the baby's head, but her positioning was making it impossible. So they wheeled me into theatre, gave me an episiotomy (a cut) and turned her around with forceps which meant I could finally push her out. 
She was so warm when she was placed on my chest and I could feel all of her hair under my chin. 'She doesn't even have a cone head!' One of the doctors said, knowing I really didn't want that to happen. And I remember just turning to Declan and saying with genuine shock how beautiful she was. Neither of us cried because we were so drained by the past 4 days. Instead he got to take the baby off to get dressed and show to my mum while they stitched me up. 
Eden was born at 8.59am at 7lb 7oz, but she looked like a 5 pounder. She was tiny, completely healthy and just perfect. There was nothing wrong with her blood sugar at all and I was even told by a midwife that we could have gone home that same day if it wasn't for the fact I had the GD diagnosis. Instead they left me lying with no bottoms on and a catheter in until around 10 that night. It was so devastating after the high of giving birth that morning. 
We were discharged the next day and I had never been happier to be home. The baby settled in perfectly but I struggled a lot. The pain of an episiotomy is unlike anything. I couldn't sit, stand, walk, lie down. I had to pee standing up because sitting on the toilet would make me feel like my stitches were popping open. I cried non stop for the first week because the pain was so bad. I felt like a useless mother because I needed help with everything, I couldn't kneel down to change her nappy or bath her, it took around 10 minutes to carefully sit myself up in bed to see to her when she cried. People were visiting and I couldn't enjoy introducing Eden to them because all I could think about was how no matter what I did, my stitches felt like they were tearing open. 
I think I was about a week post partum when I went to the toilet before bed one night and as I stood up and was gently trying to pull my bottoms up, I passed 3 huge clots. They looked like something from an alien movie, so much so I even called Declan in and we stood staring at them in disgust for a good few minutes. And no word of a lie, I woke up the next morning and the pain was gone. I still had to be careful when I sat down but I finally felt like I was progressing for the first time since Eden was born. 
I can't help but feel like if they had just focused less on my BMI and more on my own individual health then the entire trauma that was my labour and delivery could have been avoided. I wouldn't have been induced, I would have gone naturally when both me and baby were ready, I would have contracted the way I wanted to at home for the majority of my labour, the baby may have turned herself around by then and I probably would have delivered vaginally, unassisted and without the need for an episiotomy. I think a lot of it also had to do with Naivety. I was a 21 year old first time mum who didn't feel she had the right to make her own decisions about her birth. I would always have done what was best for my baby, but all was well and sometimes, just sometimes the midwives don't actually know best. You are told always to trust what your body is telling you, my body was giving blaring signs it was not ready to go through labour, yet we forced it and it has left me with not the greatest memories of my daughter's birth.

However, Eden is 3 months old tomorrow! And she is the most intelligent, strong and beautiful little baby I have ever known. She is still absolutely tiny but the biggest figure in so many people's lives now. No matter how traumatic her birth was, I would do it all over again if it meant I got her at the end of it. 

If you are young and pregnant and feel like you're being railroaded into a decision you are not comfortable with, just remember that it is your body and you have the right to say no. Of course, please always do what keeps your baby safe, but if, like me, your instincts tell you it's not right, don't feel like you can't trust them. (And don't take shit from judgmental doctors! I wish more than anything I voiced how rude they were to me back when I was pregnant).

Leigh xo


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Friday, 1 May 2015

Back Into Things

I keep going off on these little hiatuses after swearing to myself I'm getting back on track in the blogging world. I'm absolutely hopeless! The last time I didn't post anything for a while was down to being busy and just plain forgetful, but this time I swear there's a valid reason. Actually, it's an amazing, exciting and perfect reason. I had a baby! 

On the 8th of April 2015, my beautiful little girl Eden was born. Irish and I are so in love and I will be writing a full birth story blog entry asap.

I'm trying my best right now to juggle healing, being a new mum and finishing my assignments as I'm in my last year of university. Hopefully after everything is submitted I can dedicate more of my time to blogging, I've definitely missed it.

Leigh xo


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