My Son and I Were Not Bonding As I Threw Up [Eire Region]
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TEN years ago last weekend, I was at The Fleadh in Finsbury Park in London when I went into labour. As birth stories begin, it's a quirky one.
Halfway through the afternoon, as The Saw Doctors regaled the revellers with how they wished they were on the N17, I advised my husband that we needed to be on the W5, the bus that ran from our home to the park.See the full content of this document
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My Son and I Were Not Bonding As I Threw Up [Eire Region]
So we got the bus, the husband, our two-year-old daughter, a nine- and-ahalf month-old bump and I. And two hours later, we latter two presented ourselves at the...
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