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Saturday Self encouragement. I can finish self- editing this book series. I can I can I can! If I chant this and sit in front of a computer it'more likely to be achieved. Right? #authormathomas #authorschallenge2019 #writinganovel #writermum #amediting https://www.instagram.com/p/BzjeDFWA5kT/?igshid=qz0ejwcqikwe

Post Seven. My Hobbies. I like to sketch. I like to read. I like to hike. I love to take photos and watch zombie shows. #authormathomas #AuthorBio #zombiemoviebuff #authorschallenge2019 #writermum #myhobbies #maywritingprompts #writingcommunity #sketchart https://www.instagram.com/p/BxJO3i3HrUp/?igshid=1czyt552mpiuw

Post One for the Women Writing Fiction Challenge. I write fiction for teens that tackles social issues and developing resilience, I am a parent of a highschooler and a preschooler, I'm married to an IT manager, my parents are both still alive, I'm lucky to have them, I'm doing the March Charge this month to raise awareness for cancer, my goal is 100,000 steps and I'm also doing this challenge to help build my author platform, and network with other novelists to improve my writing and marketing skills. #wwfchallenge2019 #womenwritingfiction #AustralianWritersUnite #writingcommunity #writermum #authorsofinstagram #marchcharge #marchprompts #AuthorMAThomas https://www.instagram.com/p/BudIZS4nX0V/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13wex2dbp9k8i

So I've gone shopping and in stereotypical writer style, purchased a journal that's too pretty to violate with my terrible handwriting. I'm going to have to use it for sketch art instead. #prettyjournal #agatestone #artistsoninstagram #writermum #authorsofinstagram #ilovediaries #newdiary https://www.instagram.com/p/BuQ2brnn_KW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cde102udfwod

On this day in 2009, Freja was 4 days old and had just spent her first 24 hours on the neonatal unit at Nottingham Queens med. it was a terrifying 24 hours. What was wrong with my perfect little baby? Was she going to be ok? The first time I visited her, wheeled down to the unit in a chair by her daddy, and seeing my tiny, beautiful little baby lying stripped to her nappy and covered in wires in an incubator, I cried. A lot. Just hours before we were getting ready to go home. She'd just met family and friends. It all seemed so perfect. Now I had been thrown into this scary reality that still felt so dream like, like an out of body experience. I was in denial that could be my baby. As we stood there looking in at our little girl, machines started to beep. Alarms went off on the machines that surrounded her. She turned blue. Doctors and nurses rushed in, opened the incubator up and started to give my baby oxygen. I was convinced in that moment she was going to die. I had barely met this tiny human I had spent 9 months protecting, and now, when she needed protecting and helping most, I was useless. All I could do was stand at the side and weep. Post natal depression would follow, and thoughts I had scared me - I couldn't get too close to her, I was convinced she'd break my heart and I'd loose my baby. I was even convinced it was somehow my fault. I was scared of this fragile little human that I just wanted to protect. I wanted it all to go away for her. I was scared she was in pain. Weeks of tests and monitoring wouldn't actually reveal much, and we still have no idea of why this has happened to our perfect girl, but what I do know is that the journey both Freja and I (and the family) have been on is an extraordinary one. It's taught me a lot about myself and who I am as a mother in a different way to what Jude and Dexter have shown me in their own uniqueness. I know Freja will never give up, and I will never give up on Freja. So I got this quote tattooed a few years ago, as permanent on me as my love and my fight for her. #mumlife #mum #proudmum #kidswithdisabilities #writersofinstagram #writermum #disabilityawareness #shakespeare