New(ish) mum Samantha Dooey-Miles is charting her life in doodles. This week, she worries about bringing a little ‘un into the world – but clings to hope.

Not that I want to bum you out, but 2016 hasn’t exactly been a vintage year, has it? Terrorism, Terry Wogan dying, Brexit, Trump, Toblerone’s shape shift, Terry Wogan dying. I really, really loved Terry Wogan.

Before I went on maternity leave, even on the most horrible of news days I could read graphic details of events and then return to whatever I was doing with barely a second thought. Then I ruined my ability to dismiss bad news by daring to bring a person into the world.

The baby kept me busy on tasks that didn’t involve using my brain: changing nappies, feeding, playing, going for nice strolls. Which freed my imagination to reflect on world events in a more intense way.

the-newsAll of a sudden anyone (and I mean ANYONE) became suspicious to me. If I know one thing from the news it’s that bad people are everywhere.

The businessman fidgeting a lot with his bag on the Tube – definitely planning on blowing it up. That woman my age who was too interested in vegetables in the supermarket – clearly up to something. Posh men blaming everything on immigrants and with no clear plan on how we leave the EU – oh wait, sorry, that one was OK to worry about.

I developed a coping strategy. I remembered what the country was like when I was born in the 80s. Margaret Thatcher was in power, Germany was divided and yuppies were rocking around the place.

Despite all that I turned out all right. Well, apart from massive anxiety about nervous businessmen and people very involved in their vegetable purchases.

See Samanthas previous doodles here.


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Written by Samantha Dooey-Miles

Sam is a first-time mum doodling and blogging her way through teething, nappies and the constant struggle of never quite being sure whether she lives in Essex or London. Find her blog at anewessexgirl.com.