Thursday, 17 August 2017

Top 20 Running Tracks

We thank all our lovely running friends especially the women from Run Mummy Run for their contribution for our list of current Top running tracks for the end of the Summer.

Anything by Calvin Harris
Anything by Moby
Anything by Prodigy
Mostly Anything by Green Day


Fight Song – Rachel Platten
Firework – Katy Perry
Born This Way- Lady Gaga
Gangham Style – PSY
Dog Days – Florence and The Machine
Stamina – Cia
The Rocky theme Tune
Lets go - Calvin Harris
Scream – Usher
Empire state of mind- Alicia Keys
Don’t you worry child – Swedish House Mafia
Try Anything - Shakira
Red Light Spells Danger- Billy Ocean
Mr Bright Side – Killers
Black Widow – Rita Ora
Work Bitch – Britany spears
The greatest – Cia
Girl on Fire – Alicia Keys
Reach – S Club 7
Do I wanna know – Artic Monkeys

We’d love for you to consider running on behalf of PSS, you even might be up for the challenge of ‘Nine months of RUNNING’ Here’s a current list of Runs in your area via

We hope this inspires our current runners in their training, if you’d like to sponsor one of our fundraisers please visit their pages below

Amy – Great North Run 

Sophie – Great North Run

Claire – Yorkshire Marathon

Good luck in your training Ladies 

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Busking for PSS

7 Year old Joseph is hard at work at his home in Dundee getting ready to perform on the streets of the city as a Busker to raise funds for Pregnancy Sickness Support

Joseph's mum Heather suffered with Hyperemesis Gravidarum in both her pregnancies, Joseph is looking to raise as much money as possible to support the charity.
You can read more about Heather's experience here

"I am so proud of Joseph - not only for his musical efforts, but much more so for the fact that he wants to raise money for charity." Said Heather.

"I am going to busk on my violin and keyboard during the summer holidays to raise money for a tiny but vital charity, desperately needing funds, called Pregnancy Sickness Support.  They helped to bring my little brother Theo into the world so I think that they are very important.
For those of you who can't come and see me perform in person I will try to share a video for you to enjoy." Joseph said.

You can watch Joseph perform this Saturday (15th July) in Brechin outside of the local CO-OP as part of the Brechin Harley Davidson In The City Festival

You can support Joseph by visiting his Virgin Money giving page and donating what you can

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

My doctor never used the phrase “hyperemesis gravidarum.”

During my first pregnancy, my doctor never used the phrase “hyperemesis gravidarum.” 
That first trimester I had pretty bad morning sickness, which was especially hard to manage at work. A key moment? Travelling to Manila, Philippines at around 10 weeks, I was pretty embarrassed to make the government van pull over to the side of the road as I had gotten very sick!
I tried all the usual remedies and just lost weight and got sick. Most days I kept nothing down but the ice cream in the evening. It became some sort of science and I knew all the places where I could duck out to get sick. My eyes grew bloodshot from being so ill so frequently with such force.
But not having a lot of support in the way of knowledgeable friends and family, I carried on until about week 19 when I was throwing up before going to my parents’ for Christmas, and the toilet seat smashed my nose, giving me a nose bleed, too. I called my doctor and demanded anything that would make it stop.
I don’t think I realized how bad it was until one day in January I forgot to take my ondansetron. By the time I got into work, I was throwing up all the water I had consumed and couldn’t even keep that down. Luckily, as I was in the US, my doctor’s office had a local clinic walking distance away. They stayed open through lunch to see me and gave me IV fluids, anti-emetics and a dark, quiet, soothing room to lie in.
At 7 months, I was moving to the UK and was petrified now of being without ondansetron. While I never was able to eat much, at least what I did eat was staying down. My doctor gave me enough prescription to get me through the 9 months and luckily my son was born just a day or two before I ran out. That’s the day the nausea lifted –I felt the difference the moment he was born. Hospital food never tasted so amazing.
When we decided to have a second child, I didn’t expect that my toddler would be nursing throughout my second pregnancy. I also didn’t expect to get so sick. As I never had a diagnosis, I didn’t know that I had an 80% chance of reoccurrence. And by 5 weeks, the old cycle started right up again.
I found it much more mentally straining. I had an unfortunate time battling with various NHS practices to get the drugs I needed. Ondansetron was no longer cutting it, once I finally got it. The consultants I saw didn’t believe I was so ill, and certainly didn’t understand why I was still nursing my son. While I never was admitted to the hospital, the mental strain of proving myself over and over, begging for drugs I knew I needed to keep me out of the hospital, asking for help from anyone who would actually talk with me and not just proscribe from a distance, was one of the most difficult things I ever had to do. Nothing has ever made me feel so invisible, so like a vessel, so unhuman.

If I am being honest with myself, I haven’t really let myself explore what happened to me mentally. Feeling guilty enough at being so sick and exhausted, my toddler needed what little I could give him. My heart broke when he would stroke my back as I threw up again and again, my solace being at least he wouldn’t remember being so young!

One of the few ways I could keep my strength through this time was by fully immersing myself in my hobby of motherhood – woven baby wraps, a type of baby carrier made from long cloth. I would lay next to my sleeping toddler, just so happy to have that stillness, and scroll through Facebook posts and bulletin boards reading about these woven wraps – old classics from 10 or more years ago, searching different language buy/sell/trade boards to find them, preparing to make memories with this new baby whose initial memories of pregnancy I so wanted to forget as quickly as possible. Instead I was focusing on all the new memories I would have of keeping her close in beautiful fabrics, made of cashmere and silk, and building up friendships with mums also in this hobby along the way.

Now I’m coming up on 10 months postpartum and my beautiful daughter is a delight. She and my son play together happily. I am still be recovering, physically and mentally, but I am also so grateful to have a chance to give back to PregnancySickness Support for the essential support they provided me while I was going through the worst of the worst, navigating a system that didn’t want to work with me. 

Next month, on 6 May, I am co-organising The Wrap Show  – an event focused on those beautiful woven wraps brought to London for the first time. Part of the proceeds from the show and our charity tombola and raffle will go to PSS and I couldn’t be more excited. We have guests coming from over 19 countries and brands from 4 continents.

I hope that other carers who are going through such difficult times can find their support, whether it’s through great charities like PSS or through support networks like that I found in woven wraps. 

For more information on The Wrap Show please visit the website and pop over to the Facebook page

Friday, 18 November 2016

Eaton Park Science Day 2017 and Hyperemesis Gravidarum

My name is Jessica Suter, I am a 25-year-old mother in my penultimate year as science undergraduate with The Open University, and I am running the first ever science fest in the renowned Eaton Park, Norwich to celebrate British Science Week and raise money for PregnancySickness Support.

5 years ago I would never have thought of writing a blog post with such an introduction. As 5 years ago I was a promising public relations officer. Having set-up my own PR consultancy and it blossoming in its first year my (now fiancé) and I decided it was the right time to start a family. I could work from home and be around my family – seemed like a win-win. Very soon after trying we were blessed with a positive pregnancy test and had so much excitement for our future, but within a few days of the test my health dramatically declined.

By 6 weeks’ gestation, I found myself in hospital after a painstaking fortnight of being bedridden, vomiting stomach blood and unable to keep down any foods or liquids. My GP practice told me pregnancy sickness was normal in the first 12 weeks and advised ginger, sickness bands and bed rest. When my mother dropped by our home she took one look at me and I had never seen such horror on her face. She helped me into her car and took me straight to the Accident and Emergency unit at the Norfolk and Norwich University Hospital. There, I was seen instantly and hooked up to intravenous vein fluids. I was diagnosed with Hyperemesis Gravidarum and was put under consultant-led care for the remainder of my pregnancy which I carried through on a cocktail of frequent hospital trips, vitamins and antiemetic’s, with the occasional mars ice-cream and a banana milkshake that I craved.

Hyperemesis Gravidarum didn’t just leave me feeling robbed of a pregnancy. It crippled by business - as I was no longer able to communicate without ending up violently shaking and vomiting (anything involving my senses did). It almost destroyed my relationship with my fiancé as I wasn’t able to have human contact and communication for months. It stole my confidence in my writing abilities which is all I felt I had, and it gave me painstaking Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). However, I also gained a lot through this experience.

I found new friends online that I could share my feelings of disparity with and socially matured in a lot of respects. The bond I developed with my mother became stronger than it had ever been. The bond with my fiancé is now immeasurable and I became the mother that I never realised I could be to a child I never dreamed I would have the opportunity to raise.

After having my daughter, my entire world shifted for the better and in completely unexpected ways. I suddenly felt empowered, like I was able to make a difference. It was as if my mind and body screamed that getting through such a debilitating disease allowed me access to conquer the world. I felt that I could actually help to change the world, to create a brighter future for our daughter, as a scientist.

Having always aspired to be in the science profession, but lacking the confidence and education to do so I always put it on the back-burner. Once Sofia had arrived though it all changed. I realised that I no longer wanted to do work that didn’t inspire me or challenge me in the ways that I needed to be challenged, and I could never offer my daughter what it means to follow your dreams if I couldn’t even do that myself. The summer after she was born I dedicated any of my spare time to science and maths and in October 2014 I enrolled on an Open Degree in the sciences with The Open University.

Three years on and I have brought up a marvelous child full of life, almost graduated, and created Eaton Park Science Day to celebrate British Science Week and to inspire others to embrace the science around them and allow science to embrace them.

Eaton Park Science Day is a free family-friendly event being held on Saturday 11 March 2017 at the Eaton Park Community Centre during 9am and 12pm. After lunch, we will be running several activities on the park grounds including a fitness class and nature hunt.
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Monday, 31 October 2016

In order to succeed you have to be prepared to fail

In my last post I wrote about the difficulties I was having in the build up to the Snowdonia Marathon.  In all honesty I thought it was very probable that I would have to drop out.   

Things actually got worse after I wrote that post – I came down with a cold which stopped me running for another precious week.  As an asthmatic who is prone to bad chest infections I just cannot run when ill.  I really thought it was the final straw.

I had already missed too much training to have any hope of running this marathon at anything like the speed I wanted to do it in.  And this led to a real dilemma for me.  I care about the times I do.  I’ve done some OK times at marathon distance, and my long term aim is to improve on those times.  I had wanted this marathon to demonstrate to me that I was running well enough for this to be possible in the next couple of years.  The injuries meant that the best I could hope for was to jog round.  I had to decide whether I was OK with that. 

An even bigger question I had to answer was how would I cope if I started the marathon and had to stop.  As I wrote in my original post, dropping out at 19 miles in the London marathon in 2011 had destroyed my running confidence for a long time and I did not want to go back there. 

I had to get well and try some running before I could answer these questions.

My cold lifted last Monday, 6 days before the race.  So I ran 6 miles as gently as I could.  The pain in my right glutes, hip and leg was still there.  Better than it had been but definitely there.  More worrying was the fact that I had no pace, the tightness in my muscles seemed to be affecting the way I was running.  If I was to have any hope of being on the start line I knew I had to try a longer run.  The weeks before a marathon are meant to be taper time, when you rest your body for the challenge ahead.  But last Wednesday, 4 days before the Snowdonia marathon, I ran 13 miles.   I had to do it, because if I couldn’t be sure my body would cope with a longer run then I couldn’t stand on that start line.   Again I shuffled slowly, but crucially the leg felt slightly better.

I decided that it was worth a gamble.  I had already grieved for the marathon time I had originally wanted.   I had cried a lot of tears over this race but I had come to the acceptance stage, where I knew that the run I had wanted was gone.  But I had answered my first question.  I would rather run it slowly than not at all.  The beautiful course at Snowdonia was part of the reason why, but also was the desperate desire to find a postitive in all the bad luck I had had, and to do this for PSS, the charity so close to my heart.   

So, question one answered.  But what if I dropped out?  Would it break my heart as much as last time?  In the end I decided no.  I was going into this race with my eyes wide open, fully aware that I might not finish it.   But I would rather try and fail than sit at home and always wonder what if. 

And so I finally decided, late on Wednesday, that I would go to Wales, stand on the start line and take it a mile at a time.  I would run nice and slowly and I would stop if I needed to, and I was OK with that.

I’m not exaggerating or being coy when I say that I started the race honestly not knowing if I could make it round.  I had missed so much training and my body seemed to have let me down so much at a crucial time, echoing lots of the emotions I had when I had had HG.   The plan was to run to half way and then run/walk as needed.  In fact I ran most of it.  I stopped to hug my precious daughters every time I saw them as they followed me round the course.  I stopped to take photos.  I chatted to other runners and to the marshals, and I walked for a bit on the infamous last steep hill.  But other than that, my body finally gave me a break and allowed me to run – and I finished it, a whole marathon – in Snowdonia!

I realise I have come a massively long way in my fitness journey just to be able to complete this brutal course.  There are three massive massive hills in this beautiful run.   And it’s 26.2 miles, which I can confirm is a really really long way!  I loved it.  It meant the world to be there, and I felt so lucky to be able to do it.

The finish line was really emotional.  So much tried to stop me on the way and it has actually made me realise that I am strong, not weak.  I didn't give up even when the odds were stacked against me and I am so so proud of myself.

I haven’t posted the link to my sponsorship page lately, mainly because I had no idea as to whether I would be able to do it.  But I did it.  And I am so proud of myself. PSS is a very deserving cause and remains close to my heart.  I thought about my pregnancies a lot during the run on Saturday, about how far I had come, and how lucky I am to have my beautiful girls.  I thought about the charity, and about the women I am currently supporting, and the very difficult journeys they are enduring.  And I hope that the work I do for PSS makes a difference to people, and I want the charity to grow and succeed in all it’s aims.

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Snowdonia Marathon Update – As with HG, things don’t always go to plan…

I was blown away by the response I got to my piece about HG and running last month.  People said such wonderful, kind and inspiring things and I felt so proud to be doing this for the charity that is so close to my heart.

In a twist of fate, I had written the piece two days before I tore my hamstring whilst training with my running club.  I saw a Physio straight away and was relieved to be told that with two weeks’ rest it should be fine.  I confidently told PSS they could publish the piece and got myself busy doing strengthening exercises whilst cycling, swimming and rowing in the meantime.

As predicted, the hamstring was absolutely fine when I returned to running, but my running felt ‘clunky’ and not quite right.  I plodded on, hoping that it would all fall into place but last weekend my right leg (the opposite leg to the one I injured) became painful and I had to abandon a long run, something I cannot remember ever doing before.  It turns out I’ve been compensating – overusing the ‘good’ leg in a subconscious attempt to protect the ‘bad’ one – common in people coming back from injury but terrible timing for me.  It’s not particularly serious in itself and I’ve been doing some light running last week but I have missed a month of marathon training at a crucial time so any hope of my marathon comeback being something I am satisfied with is out of the window.

There is a chance I would be able to jog or run/walk around the course, but I need to have a think about whether that is the right thing for me physically and mentally and realistically I am going to have to make that decision fairly late in the day.  As it stands at the moment I think that sadly it looks more likely than not that I will have to drop out of the marathon.

I'm devastated on a personal level - this marathon meant an awful lot to me.  As I wrote in my original piece it has taken me a really long time to get my head into a position where I can attempt one, and to have it snatched away at the last minute through bad luck is bitterly disappointing.   I was really low last week.  The sadness echoed my feelings when I had HG, that my body had failed me.  It felt that matter how hard I tried I was unable to do something that I really wanted to do.   I contemplated just giving up, never running again.   But after a few sad days I have picked myself up and am feeling much more philosophical about it now. 

Obviously I am also disappointed because I was doing this sponsored for PSS and the charity means the world to me.  I feel like I’ve let the people who have already sponsored me down.  All I can say is that I am doing my best to still give Snowdonia a go on 29th October but if it isn't to be then I will definitely find a new challenge worthy of people’s sponsorship. 

I’ll keep you all posted….

Friday, 30 September 2016

24 hour live charity gaming event in aid of Pregnancy Sickness Support ... by Tom Howes

On 11th November 2016 I will be streaming Destiny on the PS4 for 24 hours, a live charity event on Twitch, with help from The Speakers Secret Stash clan mates and the community to join me along the way.

Pregnancy Sickness Support (PSS) is aiming to raise money to place its leaflets in the Bounty packs that new parents are given at their first midwife appointment. This would give PSS the potential to reach every single mum-to-be in the UK with details of the support the charity can provide. This will ensure that more women struggling to cope with severe pregnancy sickness and hyperemesis gravidarum are able to access the vital support and treatment they need.

Hyperemesis Gravidarum (HG) is not widely known but has serious consequences for a lot of women, their partners and families. HG affects only 1% of women with pregnancy sickness and is extremely unpleasant for sufferers. 1 in 100-150 women will be admitted to hospital due to the severity of their condition. It is a severe and potentially life threatening condition which can have a profound effect on the sufferer's health and well being.

Families have been torn apart because they simply cannot cope with seeing their partner so severely unwell. There are cases where the sickness is so bad that women  end up tearing their oesophagus and having to have it rebuilt.

My partner was diagnosed with Hyperemises Gravidarum.

A large part of her pregnancies were spent in hospital, being on a constant drip allowing rehydration and medicine. This was an extremely challenging time for our family, one I cannot even begin to describe. My partner was bed bound up to the last few weeks of pregnancy, when she was only able to move downstairs. I cannot even recall how many ambulances we had called to the house. We really struggled and were moments away from termination.

Pregnancy Sickness Support runs a national support network for women suffering any degree of nausea and vomiting in pregnancy, to access support and comfort at times of isolation and distress.

My partner received advice and spoke to women who have been through exactly the same thing as she was going through. This provided the massive support we needed. Without help from Pregnancy Sickness Support our family would not be what it is today.

Please sponsor me to enable me to give something back to the charity that did so much for Me, Tori, Honor, Hope and Ted.

You can donate by texting NOHG16 £amount (£1, £2, £3, £4, £5 or £10) to 70070 or via my sponsorship page - please click here. Thank you.