Author Archives: Grin & Tonic by Alana Kirk
Why did I wait so long?
I’ve lost my mum when I need her most. She’s still alive, but her life is over. She lies in a bed, trapped in her body, confused by her thoughts. I still have her, but I’ve lost her guidance, her … Continue reading
a new phase
The doctor warned us this would be a rollercoaster. I’ve always rather liked exciting rides. Not this one. This is a ride I can’t get off. But, after the desperate dips of the last few weeks, we now seem to … Continue reading
Life on the edge
As I cling to my new baby’s life, I watch my mum’s old one slipping away. Old, but not done. Not by a long shot. She may have been in her 70’s but she was as lively and vivacious as … Continue reading
The eyes say it all
How can one week change my life so completely? The second photo is the picture I wanted to show the world, to go with the blog I wrote in my hospital room 5 days ago when life was as perfect … Continue reading
The extraordinary ordinary
Tomorrow, I’m having a baby. How strange to write that, to know that, but there it is. About lunchtime actually. Such an ordinary, everyday event. Yet such an extraordinary, primeval, earth-shattering, life-changing event too. Tomorrow I meet my daughter, a … Continue reading
Great Expectations
Now I know it’s not looking good, beginning a blog about great expectations with an apology, an excuse for laziness, a blagging of blogging failure. But I am. So there. My name is Alana Kirk and I am a blogging … Continue reading
Snooze Button Defect
Kids just don’t get the concept of snoozing. It’s ‘awake’ or ‘asleep’ – no warm, fuzzy, lazy lazing in bed, eyes closed, thoughts open, aware the day has begun but not quite ready to face it. That bastion of parental … Continue reading
Fitting it all in…..
Despite only seven (yes!!!!!! only seven!!!!) weeks to go until I can lift this enormous boulder that is my stomach off my spine, and cradle a light little lump of loveliness in my arms instead.. this title does not actually … Continue reading
Who’s the Dummy?
Dummy. Soother. Whatever they are called, babies love them and parents hate them. In our house, Poppy called hers her Mee Mee (an indication perhaps of just how personally and emotionally she was attached to it). We have been through … Continue reading
creepy crawlies and all things nice..
I know I’ve written about the wondrous wilds of Donegal before. How the light shines in such an extraordinary way, as if the sun and clouds are dancing with each other; how the beaches are more spectacular than any tropical … Continue reading