Oilatum Junior

products sent (not shown – towel & candle)

Emma hasn’t had amazing skin since she was little. She’s got a mild form of eczema, which doesn’t really present a problem, but we were given some cream for her to use after her baths. 

So when I was asked if I wanted to review Oilatum Juniors new range for kids, of course I said yes! We’d already been sent a bottle of the lotion, which we found was much better for Emmas skin than the generic emollient cream we were prescribed. It was less greasy and tacky for a start.

Included in the gift basket we got were some very cool things to make bathtime more fun! (Or funner…should I say)

A lovely soft white hooded towel from The White Company, bath toys and a lovely bath thermometer. Not to mention a lovely smelling candle for me to use once bathtime was over and I needed to recuperate! Bathtime is exhausting with a toddler!

In 2012 a survey was taken by 280 parents (16-64) with children between the ages of newborn and 16. 44% of these parents claimed that their child/ren have had a dry skin condition. Oilatum launched a new range (see above!) to help parents care for their children’s skin. The Oilatum Junior range contains ultra mild products that have been expertly formulated with dermatologists to gently and effectively clean the skin of little people (and bigger people!) without the worry of skin becoming aggravated and to help combat an prevent dry skin.

The Oilatum Junior Cleansers Range contains these items; (see photo above)

~a shampoo, which is soap free and also contains a gentle conditioner to help with tangles

~a head to toe daily wash

~a foaming bubble bath

~a moisturise lotion

Oilatum Junior very nicely sent us all 4 products and we love them. They clean really well, and Emmas skin is noticeably less dry. We wash her hair twice a week (unless she some how managed to get something disgusting in it) and the shampoo leaves her hair clean, soft and smelling really nice. I could sit and smell her for hours (she doesn’t sit still though!) The moisturiser isn’t greasy or sticky and absorbs really well, and doesn’t stain your clothes either. 

Definitely products that we will continue to buy and use as well as recommend to others.

You can buy the range of products at all leading grocery stores and chemists.

Much thanks to Jen and the team at Oilatum Junior!

The views and opinions posted are my own, however products were gifted to me by Oilatum Junior for review. 

Happiest Place on Earth

We are here and it is AWESOME.

I want to buy EVERYTHING. 

There’s so much to see and do, and I’m looking forward to tomorrow (not just because it’s my birthday either!)

We had a great start to the day, thanks to epic staff at Eurostar St Pancras International. The queues were pretty busy, we started to join a line, when one of the staff approached us and fast tracked us through. 

We’d booked 3 seats in a 4 seat section. The 4th seat stayed empty the whole trip!

Free wifi. Epic.

The hotel is beautiful and very peaceful. The food (so far) is delicious, even if The Husband did get the chicken nuggets and fish bites mixed up.

The fireworks and laser light show at Sleeping Beauty’s Castle was fabulous.

Can’t wait for tomorrow!  

Countdown to the Magic

This time, in 7 days, we will be setting eyes on Disneyland Paris. 

Emma will be 2 in just under 2 weeks and I’ll be turning 31 in just over a week. That means poor Daniel is poor. (Guy has 5 birthdays AND Mothers Day to fork out for this month as well as our annual holiday)

This years family holiday is 5 days at Disneyland Paris Resort.

I first went to Disney aged 2, and now Emmas first trip is the same. I’m hoping to recreate some of the photos. God knows where they are however. I shall have to ask my mother!

Currently, poor Little Duck has a D&V bug 🙁

I’m hoping she gets over it before we go.

Entered!

Thank you Cancer Research UK!
We are now all signed up for Race For Life.

Emma and I will be walking 5k on June 20th at 11am at Kempton Park.

We are raising money for Cancer Research in memory of my Grandfather Michael Anthony Pearce, who passed away on the 25th November 2012 and also my friend Sarah Louise Hardie who passed away on the 10th September 2014.

You can read more about why I’m participating in Race for Life here.

Cancer Research UK have approved me to give away 20 codes for discounted entry to a Race for Life event.

For 5k and 10k events it is usually £14.99 for adult women and £10 for children.
For the Pretty Muddy event it is usually £19.99 for adult women and £10.00 for girls aged 13-15.

With your code you will save £2 off of your entry fee.

These fees cover the cost of organising and running your event on the day. It does not contribute towards your sponsorship total.

To get one of these codes, just comment below, ensuring you fill in your correct email address in the relevant areas (your personal details will not be published or shared as per the privacy policy on mrsflams.co.uk)

I will select 20 people at random on Sunday the 1st of March and contact those people by email.

This giveaway will be open until 6pm on Sunday 1st of March 2015. Anyone can enter, providing they’re a UK resident.

Thank You Cancer Research UK, see you on June 20th!

If you want to donate/pledge funds for my 5k, you can do so here.

Currently I have raised £135 towards my £200 target. Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who had donated so far.

Race For Life, because, Fuck You Cancer

In November 2012, whilst pregnant with Emma (Flump at the time) I got a call from my aunt saying that my grandfather had been admitted to hospital. They thought he was having a stroke. I left work, went straight to the hospital and straight into resus, to find my grandmother very distressed and my grandfather in a pretty bad way. He was admitted that evening.

For a week I travelled to and from my home in Feltham to the hospital in Woolwich, via my job in London. 6 months pregnant, it was exhausting and stressful and distressing. Eventually my doctor signed me off and demanded I rest.

You see, my grandfather had been diagnosed with prostate cancer a fair number of years beforehand. He delayed treatment (for reasons that still make me seethe in anger, silly gold digging fake wife) and it spread to his bones; a further diagnosis of secondary bone cancer. He started treatment, and it was all going well. Then it wasn’t. Then the hospital admission.
Scans showed that he hadn’t had a stroke, but the Cancer had spread into his skull and was putting pressure on to his brain, which is why his symptoms were similar to a stroke. His liver was enlarged and the doctors couldn’t do anything else. They made him as comfortable as they could. There was talk of a hospice, however, they then decided that it wasn’t the best option. Just after midday on November 25th 2012, my grandfather passed away.

In the few days before he died, I sat at the hospital with him, with my aunt, cousins, siblings, grandmother and his carer. I only ever left to get sleep, shower and food.

On the day he died, my aunt had said that she was going home to make her youngest son some lunch, her exact words were “I’ll be back later dad, I’ve got a pork chop to cook for Jaades lunch”
I don’t think my grandfather was impressed. Within a few minutes later his breathing changed. His blood pressure dropped, his heart rate slowed. The nurse checked him over and asked if we needed the priest called.

The priest came, gave my grandfather his last rites, and prayed for him.

I sat next to him as he took his final breath.

He was surrounded by family.

He was 73.

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M.A.Pearce

That was the first time Id ever sat with someone as they died.

I was sad. I was upset. I was angry. Raging in fact. Cancer. Hideous disease.

2 years later (practically) I found myself in the same situation.

I remember the day clearly. We’d gone to the pub to celebrate my husbands birthday in 2011. In she came, very matter of fact, “I might have Cancer”
And we were all, “………”

Treatment started, it was going well. Then it wasn’t. They moved on to the next treatment. I lost count of how many treatments she had. They moved to experimental treatments and she joked that she was probably worth a lot of money now, due to the amount of platinum (I think?) that was probably in her body.

We discovered we were having a baby, and there was talk of stem cell treatment. Id recently lost my grand father. I looked into cord banking, but only a few hospitals do it. I offered up mine/Flumps cord stem cells.

I lost count of how many times she was in hospital, how many times we wanted to visit but it wasn’t a good idea as she was in isolation due to being immunocompromised.

Sadly nothing worked, and each set of treatment failed.

She was due to celebrate her 30th birthday. However she was in hospital. So we went to visit her.

My mum looked after Emma. Daniel met me in London. We got burritos for lunch. Then jumped on the Tube to the hospital.

She was in the ICU, on a ventilator. She’d been moved into a private room since we’d last saw her. It was her birthday. There were party hats and cards on the wall.

There were a lot of machines.

About 4pm, the doctors wanted to speak to her mother and husband. We were about to leave, but as they came out her mother was very distressed. There wasn’t anything else they could do.
Immediately I was transported back in time, 2 years previously.

My husband and I set about to call friends. Handholding, fetching drinks.

Visiting numbers to the room were relaxed, as were visiting hours.

Friends arrived. Family arrived.

Her dad arrived. He drove from the North, getting there in 4 hours. In laws arrived, driving 2 hours from the South.

We talked to her, held her hand, joked with her and each other. Her vitals improved when people spoke to her, when they touched her. She occasionally opened her eyes. She knew we were there.

We said our goodbyes, and on her 30th birthday she passed away. From Cancer.

I remembered how much I despised this disease. My friend was now a widower. At 30. It was unfair. They’d been married less than a year.

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S.L.Hardie

I think about her and my grandfather every day. Every. Single. Day.

They are why I’m doing Race For Life this year. If I can raise just a small amount of money which will go towards Cancer research, so that, hopefully, one day, this awful disease will be treatable, and people won’t lose their loved ones to it, then why not. Why the hell not.

I’ll admit it’s not something I was going to do, but then they got in touch with me as a blogger and I wasn’t sure still. I definitely wasn’t running it. I don’t DO running. But I can walk it.

So this summer, I’m doing the Race For Life. With Emma. A 5k walk.
We will be wearing matching tutus, that I’m going to make using the colours of the Cancer awareness ribbons for the types of Cancer that my grandfather and friend had.

So over the next few months, I’ll be sharing more information about Race for Life, as well as tutorials for making the tutus, and posting the details for my fundraising page. Plus there will be other stuff, offers for those wanting to take part and I’ll be sharing on my Facebook page and Twitter account.

Thank you Race for Life for asking me to work with you. I’m looking forward to it.

Best start getting prepared!

No Sew Tutu Dress

I saw the cutest little dress on Pinterest and after seeing that it costed around £25, I thought, hmmmm…wonder if I could do that.

So (as always happens) I delved further and further into the Pinterest rabbit hole and found a few tutorials for no sew tutu dresses and they looked easy enough and sure enough they were!

They were however time consuming, but I suspect once you got into the groove you could complete a basic one in under an hour. The most time consuming part (in my opinion) was cutting the tulle.

What you need is

~ Tulle
~ an elasticated crotchet tube top
~ decent pair of sharp scissors
~ measuring tape
~ ribbon (optional)
~ gems/flowers/headband (optional)
~ patience

First what you want to do is decide how long you want the skirt of your dress to be. If you want it to be 12 inches long, then cut your tulle strips at 24 inches long.

The tulle I purchased was in 6 inch wide reams. I cut the required length and then cut the strips in two lengthways.

Secondly what you want to do is to stretch your crotchet top over something, like the back of a chair. I was using a 7×9 inch top and so it was a little too small for the back of our chairs, so I improvised and used the lid from my husbands lego container.

Once you’ve got your strips of tulle and your crotchet top secure in place then you can start attaching the tulle to the top. (See steps 1-5 in photos)

Step 1 – Fold your tulle length in half (lengthways)

Step 2 – place the top of the folded tulle into one of the holes at the bottom of your crotchet top. You’ll need to go it from the underneath, so that the tulle comes on on the top of the crotchet top.

Step 3 and 4 – you’ll now have a loop at the top, and 2 attaching pieces of tulle at the bottom. Pull the 2 pieces of tulle up and through the loop at the top.

Step 5 – pull to tighten the loop.

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Then repeat steps 1 to 5 until you’ve filled the entire bottom row of the crotchet top.

Move on to the next row above and continue until you’re happy with the final product.

Once you’ve done, you can use a ribbon to attach straps to the top of the tutu dress. You can also use gems and flowers to embellish your tutu top.

The finished product!

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I purchased my tulle and crotchet tops from Raindrops Boutique

Motivation

Ive been lacking it of late, which considering recent events isn’t surprising.

I need to get back on track.

I’m still coming up with ideas on how to do that.

I want to lose weight.
I want to get fitter.
I want to clear my debts.
I want to start writing again.

There’s a lot I want to do.

Baby steps.

I have 11 months left on my loan (I think… Might be 12?)

I’m in planning stages with Cancer Research UK for a project about Race for Life, so there’s stuff there, which will help with getting fitter and losing weight (hopefully)

As for writing, I need a muse. I may have to kidnap one. Anyone know where they hang out?

Le Sigh

I am no closer to an official diagnosis. Instead I am stuck in a limbo between the GP (who is pushing for a diagnosis) and an under-funded and under-resourced Mental Health trust who keeps pushing me back to the GP as my issue is not “severe” enough.

Le sigh.

But, I expect it’s going to take a LONG time. My options are to ride it out and continue to be frustrated and annoyed by a broken system and manage as best as I can, or look at going private.

Le sigh.

I have become disillusioned with the system. Up until recently, I had nothing but great experiences. Helpful, quick, supportive and practical help. Now? Not so much.
I have a fantastic GP team, not as amazing as my previous GP team, but still pretty fantastic. But the rest, not so much.

Le sigh.

I’ll get there, but apparently I have to take the full boring long winded route.

P.s I apologise in advance for upcoming posts where I ramble and use you all as my therapy sofa. It could be amusing and odd for you AND me.

Up. Down. Round. Rinse and Repeat.

The last time I posted was September 11th. Over 2 months ago.

It was a post about PND, submitted by another mother. An absolutely lovely piece of writing.

I’d like to say I’ve been away, to somewhere fun and doing exciting things and letting life carry me away, but sadly that’s not the truth.

I’ve neglected my blog, my readers, my social media accounts, because of, well, illness. And of course life, because you know, work, toddler etc, it does keep one busy!

Physically, I’m fine, healthy almost (barring the many pounds I should be shedding) but mentally I am not.

Many people, who suffer from mental health illness often run dual lives. To the outside world they portray what they choose to show others, and then behind closed doors they present how they really feel. Sometimes the two overlap.

The stigma surrounding mental health contributes towards this. People projecting to the world how they think they should be seen to be feeling and not how they actually are feeling.

If you know me, then you may have noticed that I haven’t been myself, I may have snapped at you, jumped to conclusions, been rude or mean, disassociated myself, shown no interest and well I could go on and on and on…. I’m sorry, I’m working on it.

It is EXHAUSTING. I am exhausted.

For the next few months I’ll be in and out, posting occasionally, maybe not posting at all. Maybe posting a lot. Who knows.

Hopefully a correct (further) diagnosis and medication will help me on the right track.