Hello, I’m Robyn, and that’s my giant head. I’m a freelance writer (I was at BuzzFeed, but went freelance after my maternity leave). I write features for people like ELLE, Cosmopolitan, Glamour and The Pool (you can read more here). I live in Kent with my family, my lack of parenting knowledge, and my inability to let go of my indie past.
Herbie is my first child. He arrived by emergency caesarean section at the end of January 2015, just after I moved out of London to the suburbs, where I don’t know anyone. Right now he’s five months old, looks a bit like Max Branning from EastEnders, and enjoys shouting at his fists. And me? Well, I’m just starting to come up for air.
I wrote about the challenges, isolation and joys of new motherhood (and Lidl) for The Pool, and that’s when it occurred to me that it might be a good idea to document my journey in some needlessly public fashion. Which brings us to this blog.
But lots of things bode ill for my son. The fact that because I don’t know any nursery rhymes, I sing him to sleep with Pixies songs. The fact that I keep dressing him up as a terrible hipster. The fact that there’s a third parent in this family, and its name is Google.
I’m just making it up as we go along. I’m probably quite crap at it. This is our story.
I like email and I’m PR-friendly where it’s appropriate and useful. If you fancy a chat, you should get in touch.