It being half term, I snuck in a wee cranial osteopathy session for the minis. Now, I don't know how crunchy you all are, but I'm pretty granola. But even I hadn't spent my hard earned cash on someone stroking my head to cure all ills. Until I saw the most amazing Lactation Consultant when Kits was so poorly, and she said it was a must. At that point, I would have danced naked round trees in the street if someone had suggested it would save my baby, so off we went.
We met him, we sat with a...
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