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Call The Midwife: Why I’m Celebrating You

Hi all! I’m Gemma from BeautyBlitzBlog, and I’m writing this post to draw attention to the amazing women who helped me during and after the birth of my son Owen. I don’t want to spend too long dwelling on his birth; it was a rather traumatic experience and I’d rather save it for another blog post! Instead, when International Day of the Midwife is upon us, I’d rather focus on those wonderful ladies who helped me through it, giving them the credit they well and truly deserve (and earned!).

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It wasn’t even during the birth that I had contact with the Midwives who helped deliver my son. I had previously suffered a miscarriage at 10 weeks, and my local midwife came to see me at my house when I phoned her to report the miscarriage. She held my hand whilst I cried, and helped in her own way to ease the loss I felt. Upon confirming my second pregnancy, she helped me through my worries that the same would happen again, and was there for all visits, appointments and check-ups. She helped turn a previously distressing experience into something beautiful and special for me and my husband.


When Owen eventually decided to come (5 weeks early!), it wasn’t a straightforward birth and at the last minute a doctor had to be brought in (Off the Picket lines – long story!!) to deliver Owen, but the care I received up to this point was impeccable and cannot be faulted in any way. They did everything in their power to make sure I was comfortable; fetching me water and bowls when I felt sick, held my hand when the cramps were strong as my husband hadn’t arrived yet (again, long story!). One Midwife, Claire, even gave up her break to sit with me and told me a long story about her son to distract me when I was being examined down there. They were so strong and in control; they constantly reassured me that everything was normal and that it was the most amazing thing happening to my body. Looking back, I know midwives do and say these things every day, but they made me feel so important and cared for.



And in the follow up month that Owen spent in the NICU ward in hospital, they were just so incredible. As he was incubated, I found it incredibly challenging not being able to hold him or cuddle him, and trying to establish breastfeeding was a nightmare, but the Midwives on the wards were simply wonderful in the support offered to me – both inside and outside the hospital. They were so patient with me; I know it’s not easy dealing with a hormonal first time mom who’s been separated from her baby, but if I annoyed them with my questions they didn’t let on once. The postpartum support was incredible; all the home visits and office visits to ensure my son and I were doing well really helped me a lot. They were always so positive, even on days when I felt a failure they made me see that I was doing the right thing by persevering. I didn’t struggle in those early few weeks – despite the difficulty in the situation – because they were there.

Afterwards, when we were both back at home I struggled with breastfeeding, developed Mastitis twice and Owen wasn’t latching and feeding well, but they were continually at the end of the phone, to offer advice and drop in and check up on us if I needed it. It was a gift having such powerful and controlled women (and men) supporting me and my husband during the birth of our son, and celebrating with us the miracle of pregnancy and birth.
Because of you, I have a beautiful, healthy little baby, whose health and wellbeing I am thankful for every single day. You made the experience so wholeheartedly wonderful, I truly am blessed to have had such a caring and efficient team. I have no doubt that the benefits of having a midwife from a medical perspective are extensive, but most of all it was the support they provided me in facilitating the normal process of birth that makes them valuable. And for that I’ll be eternally grateful. Midwives rock!!
International Day of the Midwife is on 5th May. You can find out more about it here.



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Why Speaking About Sex With Your Partner Is Important

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Being open and honest with your partner is important, especially when it comes to sex. It’s one of the main things which connects two lovers the most, so speaking about it is just a must and keeping quiet would just be tragic. 


Speaking about sex is something that should be done with utter confidence. There’s nothing more beautiful than two people opening up about a subject which is so personal. Also, taking the time to understand that part of someone which is so intimate works wonders in a relationship.

Although it may feel a little nerve racking, there’s nothing wrong with asking for what you want in bed. If anything, it’s attractive. A relationship is built up on honesty, trust, love and friendship, so speaking about the one thing that brings you the closest should feel really positive. You don’t want to be playing a guessing game forever.

Once sex becomes a topic of conversation, idea’s and requests may be thrown around, some of which you may feel a little uncomfortable with, and that’s okay. You don’t have to do every single thing that’s suggested, it’s just nice to listen to each others interests and understand what you’re both in to… and hey, if you’re turned on, who knows what you might try!

Having your partner know that you’re there to listen is a huge comfort, as well as having them listen to you.  Once truthful conversations are introduced to a relationship, it instantly strengthens what you have and gives the reassurance that you’re able to speak openly to one other about anything. It’s amazing what can happen if you just open your mouth!… no pun intended.

As people we’re all different and enjoy different things, hence it’s okay to speak up. You might love something your partner does, but might want it done in a slightly different way or at another angle. Whatever it is, it’s fine to say! You may worry about offending the other person, but you shouldn’t. The only reason you’d be bringing this up in the first place would be to make sure that you’re making them feel great, which is simply because you love them. More soft, more hard, a bit left, a bit right. It’s okay to ask for what you want.

If you’re finding it a little difficult to bring up your sex life at a random point, why not try throwing ideas around when you in midst of it all? If you’re both turned on it may be easier for the both of you? Just an idea!

Sex is a chance to connect on a much higher level, so being open and honest while exploring eachothers bodies can only help you to connect even deeper. 


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A Moment

So we have this thing called life right?
But what is life other than what we make it?
See, we get so caught up in this void of trying to live in the moment and plan for the future at the same time….
But what is a moment?
A collection of vivid visuals and audios and feelings captured in a few seconds by the brain?
Or is it longer?
See we move at such a fast pace that sometime we feel like we’re missing everything
Even as I’m writing this i can tell it’s moving from topic to topic
But I’m not going to stop it.
I’ll tell you and it’s simple really.
Because this is my moment.
Every fast paced thought, every touch of this keyboard, every tap tap tap my phone makes while i write this is my moment.
As focused as I am on this do i feel like im missing out on some part of my Life?
Or feel like cold be doing something more productive for my future?
Not at all to be honest.
Take a step back and you’ll realize that every little decision you make, action you take, and word you say, all count in some way no matter how insignificant, towards your future.
Whether it be bad or good is all up to you.
But never be afraid that your missing out on life or worry that you’re not doing enough.
Because this is your moment.
So make the most of it






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Want To Write For Me?

I’m making 2017 the year I share the love, and as part of that I would love to help promote your blogs on mine! For this reason, I’m asking – have you ever wanted to guest post but haven’t had the chance? Or do you just love guest posting on other people’s blogs? Well here’s your chance!


During my exams, and then continuing throughout the year if possible, I am inviting you to write a guest post for here on Life With Ktkinnes. If you’re a regular, then you know that I write about anything and everything! If you aren’t a regular, now you know I write about anything and everything, too. So posts of any kind are welcome!


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Somewhere you should go

Well not physically go… but if you have a free couple of minutes, head over to .
I wrote her a guest post called Back to Basics – a gentle reminder for all us students that we have to get used to cleaning again now that we’re back at uni and our parents aren’t with us to do it!
You can find this post here but of course remember to give her a follow and have a little read!
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Nuala Takes Over

Greetings people of blogland. In case the first sentence had not tickled your suspicions, I must confess that it is not Katie that is bringing you these words. It is in fact her favourite flatmate Nuala (disclaimer: this has never actually been directly quoted by Katie – yet). The freedom of the Easter holidays and study leave has got to me, and the boredom that accompanies procrastination is slowly rotting me away, so Katie suggested I write a little thingamabob for this. Until I sat down to do it, I assumed thinking of something to write about would be a piece of cake, but in the somewhat braindead state I am currently sat in, all I can think to write about is a little something about me. So sit back, relax, and enjoy.First things first, I am from a little place just outside Aberdeen called Banchory. There isn’t much to do there other than consume large quantities of alcohol in the pubs and avoid being mowed down by the boy racers who like to waste their petrol driving laps around the village. I now of course reside in Glasgow, stuck in a flat with the motley crew of Katie, Jason, and Mary.

I never really wanted to come to university, but ended up picking psychology because I like Derren Brown (writing a personal statement on that basis was incredibly challenging). It was just something to do to prolong having to make proper grown up decisions I suppose. The entry requirements for third year psychology are gross so I might not even make it, woe is me. More time to sleep and eat though, amirite?

Another super fun fact about me is I have Coeliac Disease, aka I am gluten free. Basically I can’t eat anything containing wheat, barley, oats, or rye. It brings top banter to any attempt at a meal out, or other people trying to cook for me. It has got a lot easier in the last few years as awareness has grown, but I’m still waiting for gluten free doughnuts to come back (please Tesco they were a staple part of my diet).

Another funky dunky lil thing about me is I was born with Cleft Palate. Essentially I was born without the roof of my mouth. Allow me to address the questions I imagine you have: no you couldn’t see my brain, no I couldn’t tickle my brain with my tongue, yes I have one now, and yes I did once get a coat hanger stuck in the gap. It’s weird, I know.

Anyhoo that’s probably more than enough from me, so I bid thee farewell, perhaps we shall meet again.