Category: Hospital

There once was a child who swallowed a screw

Posted on November 17, 2014 by Heather Laura Clarke

“I ate a screw.” Life is never dull with young children, except I wish it wasn’t quite as exciting as a four-year-old swallowing a hunk of metal.

Category: Hospital, Sickness, The Mom Scene, Zumba

Five things I’d forgotten about hospitals

Posted on May 3, 2012 by Heather Laura Clarke

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They are loud places not very conducive to sleeping. You get checked on a lot. The baby gets checked on a lot. IVs are not only gross to look at, but they make it super-hard to move around. And sleep. And breastfeed. They give you a… Continue Reading “Five things I’d forgotten about hospitals”

Category: C-section, Hospital, Newborns

Swelling, leg pain, and one very handsome doctor …

Posted on April 24, 2010 by Heather Laura Clarke

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Saturday, April 24, 2010 33 weeks, 6 days pregnant So I was in the hospital yesterday … Yeah … I’m pretty sure every preggo woman makes at least one not-sure-if-I-should-go-but-maybe-I-should-because-WTF visit. Yesterday was mine! I had a horrible sleep on Thursday night, and did… Continue Reading “Swelling, leg pain, and one very handsome doctor …”

Category: Fears, Hospital, Third trimester, Week 34

10 things I learned on our hospital tour

Posted on April 22, 2010 by Heather Laura Clarke

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Thursday, April 22, 2010 33 weeks, 4 days pregnant You do need to bring diapers in your hospital bag — two or three dozen. But if you don’t bring diapers, they are not going to let your baby go diaper-less. Hello, mixed messages? They… Continue Reading “10 things I learned on our hospital tour”

Category: Hospital, Labour and delivery, Third trimester, Week 34

I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.

I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.

Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.

I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)