Using cannabis during pregnancy

Using cannabis during pregnancy

Shall we talk about this article in The Sun?? 😱😱😱

https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/11048480/biba-tanya-cannabis-pregnant/

I best publish this quick….. The Internet has me feeling like a mob of pitchfork-wielding villagers are coming for my arse momentarily.

First of all… I’ve never smoked tobacco while pregnant. Ever. In any picture, I am smoking pure organic cannabis. Cheese strain if you must know. So the cot death nonsense that the doctor spouted was just that, nonsense. No studies have ever been done on the impact of smoking neat cannabis while pregnant and cot death. No studies have ever been done on the impact of shooting pregnant women and newborns up with neurotoxins and cot death either by the way and that’s happening every single day to every new mother following NHS guidelines… You might want to look into that.

I’m sure it makes you feel uncomfortable looking at an image of a pregnant woman smoking a spliff. But that’s why the conversation needs having.

I research everything that goes on or near my children. EVERYTHING. It’s why they don’t use sunscreen, it’s why they only drink filtered or distilled water, it’s why they’ve never had an antibiotic or an antipyretic, it’s why they’ve never been bathed in Johnson’s baby wash, it’s why they’ve never used fluoride toothpaste. I take pride in my research… And I take pride in choosing cannabis over the drugs I was offered.

I was offered so many different pharmaceuticals for the wretched HG that I suffered from during pregnancy. Everything from ondansetron to steroids. These pills came with potentially deadly side effects… Instead, I chose to smoke cannabis. An organic plant grown in the earth.

When my kids need pain relief, I don’t reach for Calpol. Why? Because I researched it. It taxes the kidneys and contains polysorbate 80 which can cross the blood-brain barrier. So I give them cannabis instead. In pure oil form.

I didn’t take the anti-depressants that they offered me for my postnatal depression. They list suicidal thoughts as a side effect you see… And I was near enough the fucking edge as it was. I chose cannabis. And it kept me away from the edge…. Until I discovered the cure-all itself, The Wim Hoff Method.

I’m happy to openly debate this. Ask me any questions at all. What I won’t do is take shit from someone who is sat behind a keyboard inhaling their cancer-causing plug-in air freshener, sipping their neurotoxic wine and popping their antidepressants while claiming that I’m an “ignorant drug user”.

#PlantsNotPills

Homeschooling

Homeschooling

Actual conversation with a woman today…..

Her – You homeschool? But don’t you worry about them socialising?

Me – Not really. My children socialise every day. With other home educated children of all different ages, from all different backgrounds. With the other adults that they meet while they’re out and about living their busy lives. As opposed to schools where they would be boxed off with children of their own age and only allowed to socialise with them at break time.

Her – But how do you teach your kids everything?

Me – I don’t teach them. I facilitate their learning. If they ask a question, I answer it. If I don’t know the answer, we go to the library or online and find the answer out together. We go on nature walks and scavenger hunts. We draw and play card games. We dance and sing.

Her – But you must teach them something? What about the national curriculum or GCSE’S?

Me – I do one thing and one thing only. I nurture their passions. If my child gets to 14 and decides that they wants to be a neurosurgeon, then we will look at what qualifications that entails, and download and learn the necessary curriculum and we will find somewhere for them to sit the necessary exams. If my child gets to 14 and decides that she wants to teach sign language to chimpanzees in Central Africa, then best believe this mama is going to be signing her up to BSL lessons and booking a flight to the Congo.

It’s not homeschooling by the way. I don’t school my children. It’s home learning. It’s life learning. It’s living. This is a picture of my daughter taken September last year. She should have been starting her second year of primary school on this day.

Instead, she spent the day asking why the waves crashed. We explained about energy passing through water. She asked why it was so much hotter there than at home. We explained the distance to the equator.

School boxes life off into subjects. Maths, physics, biology, English…They aren’t subjects, Its all just life.

I don’t school my children. I just let them live 🌻

“See the line where the sky meets the sea, it calls me….”

…….. And no one knows how far you’ll go, baby girl, 🎶🌊☀