So this weekend was the weekend for us to trek up to Stoke, to go to Bloodstock. The plan was to leave Freyja with my mum, whilst we gallavanted off to Catton Hall, to enjoy some metal bands, catch up with friends and have a super fab time. We wouldn’t be leaving Freyja with Nanna for too long – we weren’t camping, and we were only going for the bands we were bothered about.

We watched one band. They were very good. But that was all we watched. My mum had to phone us in the end, because my poor baby just wouldn’t settle. No amount of consoling would help her. She wouldn’t eat. Anything. Mum tried giving her milk from a bottle, from a cup, from a spoon. Everything. But nothing would suffice, because it wasn’t a boob. I guess that’s one downfall about breastfeeding – nothing else is good enough. Ah well. It was a shame we couldn’t go, but at the end of the day, Freyja comes first. And it was a lovely relaxing weekend anyway – mum loved having Freyja, and we chilled out for longer than we usually can, and I got to see some friends and family.

Remember: Next year, Freyja is coming with us. We will be investing in some ear defenders, and she will have her first taster of a metal festival at the ripe young age of 16 months.