Why Meryl Streep’s Acceptance Speech Spoke to Me

My social media community mostly consists special needs families and Ms. Streep’s speech struck a chord with many of us.

Since November, when the president elect Donald Trump mocked reporter Serge Kovaleski, I have been unable to articulate the gut wrenching emotion that footage had on me and my husband.

Our son was born with Smith-Magenis syndrome.

When Garrett gets excited, his hands flap in a stimming sort of way.

He will clap, flap his arms and run his hands over his lips.

It has been his way of communicating for so long that these mannerisms are a part of his personality, as much as his sense of humor and his ability to remember minute details of every conversation.

When Garrett was younger, I worried that his classmates would make fun of these gestures.

I volunteered one week at school to assist our PTA leader with an inclusion awareness program.

I spoke to my other two sons’ classes about Smith-Magenis syndrome and explained why Garrett acted so differently from his brothers.

And, much to my relief, the teachers and students of our local district have accepted Garrett and his fellow special needs classmates.

Even in my wildest dreams, I could not imagine that during Garrett’s senior year of high school the despicable behavior I feared most would play out on a stage in South Carolina.

And that it would be performed by the future leader of my country.

Or that the most upsetting aspect of this event would be the propaganda that followed it. Claims that what I witnessed with my own eyes was just the bully’s mannerisms or that the footage had been doctored to incriminate him.

And this propaganda would be disseminated by religious leaders.

And believed by my family and friends.

Even a few of my fellow special needs parents.

So when an actress has the world’s attention and uses her platform to articulate so beautifully the reaction I felt back in November, I am going to acknowledge her bravery and express my gratitude.

And, unfortunately, wait for the backlash.  Only now, I’m a little bit stronger.

Part of her speech:

“There was one performance this year that stunned me. It sank its hooks in my heart, not because it was good.

There was nothing good about it. But it was effective, and it did its job.

It made its intended audience laugh and show their teeth.

It was that moment when the person asking to sit in the most respected seat in our country imitated a disabled reporter, someone he outranked in privilege, power and the capacity to fight back.

It broke my heart when I saw it, but I still can’t get it out of my head because it wasn’t in a movie.

It was real life.

And this instinct to humiliate, when it’s modeled by someone in the public platform, by someone powerful, it filters down into everybody’s life because it kind of gives permission for other people to do the same thing.

Disrespect invites disrespect.

Violence incites violence.

When the powerful use their position to bully others, we all lose.”

New Year – New Beginning – New You?

They’d have us envisage angelic children dressed in white, cooing over new wooden toys, while we plan our next family holiday in sunny climes, fill our inspiring bullet journals with brightly-coloured wisdoms and simultaneously sweating it out at the gym we’ve signed ourselves up for.

I’m not sure about you, but I feel that I have only just survived the Merry Season with my sanity intact.

The children had a good time, they liked their pressies. They also squabbled and had to be prized away from screens to go on dog walks.

The turkey dinner was delicious, but we burnt the ham.

It was wonderful to get together with extended family for a house full of fun and games, but the long hours emprisoned in car journeys were grueling.

It was, in many ways, a ‘good enough’ Christmas.

The whole month felt like a marathon, children over-excited, routines smashed, too many school concerts and fayres, sleep lost.

My bank balance is looking at me over the top of its spectacles like a stern head teacher, my energy levels are depleted and I’ve now collapsed into a snotty, shivery heap on the finish line.

I can only manage to think about keeping Natty well this Winter.

Time to make some New Year’s resolutions then? Anyone?

I thought not.

Well, for me at least not in the traditional sense.

I’m too tired to set myself impossible goals that will make me feel like a failure when I can’t stick to them.

And I’m not going to turn my life upside down just because 2017 has dawned.

After all I might need some cake and duvet days to get me through January. And that’s OK.

What I am going to try to do however is nurture myself in vital, yet simple ways.

Small steps that will keep me going until the warmer weather. It’s time to invest in me.

As carers we often just carry on.

Making arrangements for a routine health appointment such as a smear, blood test or dentists’ check up might seem like a lot of hard work for nothing, or it may slip your mind completely.

Life can be overwhelming, as if we are swimming upstream, and adding more to your over-full plate might feel like the last thing we want to do.

“Fit your own oxygen mask first.”

But remember the airline mantra of not fitting someone else’s oxygen mask until you have fitted your own? That is so true for all parents and particularly those with children with disabilities.

So this New Year, instead of shelling out on expensive fitness classes, having a dry month and eating lettuce, I am making lots of important appointments that I’ve been putting off for a long time and I’m making a list of simple ways to nurture me.

It’s time for a personal MOT if you like.

I have used a pack of the children’s bright pens to write in a new-ish notebook to remind me of what my body needs, along with the shopping lists and the cute little drawings of people with arms emerging from their heads that Natty does.

It’s not quite bullet journaling, but it’s ‘good enough’ for me.

Try choosing a couple of things from the list below, use it to think of other ways to look after yourself, or ignore it completely. It’s up to you, vital wonderful you. Nurture yourself however you wish.

Happy New Year

Hayley x

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‘Good Enough’ Ways to Nurture Yourself in 2017:

Book Routine Health Checks

Are you up to date with your dentist, smear tests, contraceptives or breast checks?

Do you need your blood pressure monitored?

Is it time to review any medication you are taking?

Set aside half an hour with a phone and a calendar and get booking those appointments.

Look After Your Back

See a physiotherapist and do some stretching daily.

Dust off a back brace or hip belt if you have one.

Splash out on a lumbar support for your chair and do a few of those stretches you’ve been told are good for you.

Failing that, simply lying on the floor eases my aches and pains.

Drink More Water

We all know we need to do that one.

Tap water will do, it’s free.

Get More Sleep

Often easier said than done.

I am a huge fan of the short afternoon nap mind you.

Learning not to feel guilty about it was tougher than fitting it into my routine.

Say, “No”, More Often

Why do we feel so guilty when we say no to others?

Be realistic about what you can and can’t take on, know when you have reached capacity and be honest about saying so.

Get Some Fresh Air

Stick your head outside and grab a few lungfuls of air if you can’t get out for a walk each day.

Opening the bedroom windows for a few minutes to change the air in the room stops me feeling stale too.

Ditch the Negativity

Mute acquaintances who drag you down on social media.

Instead call a friend who makes you feel happy.

Life can be challenging sometimes and it’s nice to be with someone who helps you see the good things in every day.

Consider joining a positive group of parents on Facebook such as Story of Mum who also hosts retreats and online crafting sessions, or Embrace Happy where we are encouraged to realise that although not every day is good, there is good in every day.

Embrace Happy Facebook Page

Story of Mum

Carers UK – Information on looking after yourself

Special Needs Parenting: I’ve Lost My 6 Year Old to a Games Console

But here’s why I’m so glad we did.

Never ever have I seen him so happy.

Never ever have I been able to persuade him to stand in his standing frame (critical for his development) for an hour at a time!

Never ever has he had an activity that he can enjoy truly independently, in his own room.

He has always had to rely on us and we’ve had to enable almost everything.

He is beaming from ear to ear! He is a truly happy little boy.

That’s something that I worry about a lot – his happiness.

Now, don’t get me wrong, we bought a second hand Xbox as we had no idea really if he would be able to use it.

It’s pretty grown up. And his fine motor skills are very much behind his peers.

But to our amazement, in just a couple of days, he was doing things we hadn’t dreamed possible with his thumbs and steering with a wheel arms extended with almost no difficultly.

And he was even beating my husband in races and football matches!

His concentration levels have drastically improved and I’ve barely seen an involuntary muscle spasm during his playing of the games!

It’s almost a Christmas miracle.

It has its downsides. I have missed him a lot this Christmas.

He has not needed me, nor wanted me to play (I’m a girl and I’m rubbish at games, only Daddy is allowed to play with him!)

But I have to admit I am also very grateful of a little respite.

Of being able to get some everyday tasks done without worrying if he needs help or wants to do or play something else.

Some of the guilt of either not getting work or house work done or not spending enough time enabling him when I am doing those things, has been removed.

YAY! That’s a nice feeling.

And I have sat and watched him play and just soaked up his enjoyment.

It is truly wonderful to watch. Hearing him cheer each goal or try he scores, as if it’s the best thing in the world is just brilliant. I wish I could get that excited about things!

We will, of course, have to be sensible in the amount of time he plays on it.

Of course being the Christmas holidays we literally just let him do what he wanted really which was play on it for most of the day.

But now he is back at school, he will be limited to an hour after school (in the standing frame) on a school night. He is a little bit disgruntled about that!

For him to just be able to go into his room and play independently is such a revelation for us.

It’s something that his beautiful twin sister has always loved and been able to do.

She’s a very social little thing, but like all of us, she does like to go and play by herself.

She likes to read books to her baby dolls and do some writing and colouring in her room.

She likes to just pop off for a bit and have a bit of me time. And so she should.

But Hadley has always missed out on that. He has always hated being by himself because it has been so restricting and ultimately boring for him.

So, although I am sure there will be plenty of times in the future when I will wish for my son to re-enter the world of conversation and real people and hang out with me, I can’t begrudge him this new-found pleasure at the moment.

It’s so good for him.

#BestChristmasPresentEver.

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Hadley is using a stander in the photo which was supplied by the Newlife Newlifeable Scheme – check out this post for more information.

What I Learned In 2016

You began, like most of my years since I became a parent, with an early start and a clear head.

You brought me some form of hope; but I was also frightened of you because you reminded me that time moves forward.

Having a child with a progressive terminal illness; I never look forward to a new year, but I do try to enter it with hope, because really that’s all any of us have.

You started well enough 2016, for that, I thank you.

By mid March, however, I could see that Ethan’s medications were not doing what they were supposed to be doing — keeping him calm, happy and free from fits of rage.

2016, you gave us our fourteenth year with Ethan, I am supposed to be grateful for that, but 2016, I want all the other years to give me that much too, at the very least.

You did bring us some right old belly laughs – like in the Summer when Ethan roared ‘fug way’ (more commonly known as fu*k off) to a bunch of people staring at him; this was behaviour we hadn’t seen since 2015, so 2016, thank you for that – we really did laugh.

You, 2016, taught us never to book a holiday with a booking agency ever again – we lost all our holiday money on a trip away because the company went bust – you may remember that ‘low cost holiday’ debacle (if not here’s what happened to us) oh well, eh?

It could have been worse and 2016, I really feel you thought that saying was a challenge.

You showed us how little money actually means; that losing money, really wasn’t that bad.

I guess I should thank you for that perspective, eh?

Your idea of Summer was on one hand great fun, where we went out and about like any other family.

Ethan was in great form and he was happy.

But, you brought a cloud when we were told Ethan’s swallow was deteriorating and that he could no longer have the one thing in this world he ‘bloves’ – ice cream.

We handled it like pros though ; we accepted it and began adding more ‘thickener’ to Ethan’s drinks and thanked the powers that be, that Ethan was still able to eat by mouth.

You taught us to look for that sliver of sunshine and to grab it and focus on it.

We did that and I have to say we did it rather well.

We didn’t stop to think of a ‘decline’ in Ethan’s abilities, instead we focused on his current abilities.

You 2016, also introduced us to the need for a wheelchair; again we decided the silver lining in this was that now Ethan could enjoy family days out in comfort.

We knew Hunter syndrome was taking more away from Ethan; but he was still happy and as naive as that sounds, that is what we clung on to.

By Winter 2016, you decided you’d teach us some more lessons regardless of what we had already learned over the previous 10 months.

You taught us that life, no matter how much you think you can prepare for; sometimes just goes so haywire that by the time you get your head and heart back into some form of working order, you don’t recognise the little boy from the Summer.

You taught us that progressive illness isn’t something that we can hide away from; that it isn’t something that only happens way way way in the future, you taught us that it’s here and it isn’t going to get better.

2016 you took some amazing people from this planet during your reign – no not celebrities – children, little children who lived every day fighting for their next; while their parents had no choice but to stand by and watch – because there aren’t enough funds to research into a rare disease such as hunter syndrome, to help find a cure.

You 2016, have been a roller coaster year – you have shown us how bloody amazing people are, how much they care about our little boy but you’ve also shown us the heartbreaking reality of hunter syndrome.

You ended with an appointment for a tube to be fitted into Ethan’s tummy; but you also made us aware that this is something like a wheelchair, our boy needs it and it is an aid to help him – you’ve taken the worry of his weight off my shoulders.

You 2016, made me wonder if this was my son’s last Christmas and I find that unforgivable – I am relieved you are over.

I did heed your lessons and I still entered 2017 with a clear head (obviously – three kids ensures that!) but also with hope.

2017 you have started better than I had anticipated, Ethan has smiled a few times and even laughed  – thanks to one Homer J Simpson!

2017, if you are reading this, families like ours need you to be more decent to us, we go through enough emotional sh*t that seeing our children smile and be happy is all we really want – cut us all some slack, eh?

Thank you,

From Ethan’s mammy

What Are Your Special Needs Frustrations?

Well, one of mine is the fact that Zachariah is a monkey with his meals and makes a huge mess as he spits and dribbles it out, smears it across his face and hair and rubs it across his chest.

This started off as very cute, seeing his little cheeks full of tomato based food, somehow made us all look at him and say, “Arrwhh!”

It was new, exciting and a little bit fun.

He was, “exploring”, I would say!

He’s learning how to eat and I’m also learning how to feed the spoon into his mouth rather than his eyes, nose and neck.

So I guess I’m saying it was totally acceptable, at 6 months old to have more food covering him than in his tummy.

However two years down the line, should it still be quite as funny, and cute?

When he has poor tongue control due to tiredness or something I don’t think twice, the food comes straight back out and I re spoon it back in.

However when he is splattering a spoonful of Italian Tuna Mash in my face and then laughing, it’s a whole new level.

Where I would usually laugh it off, and put it down to learning and development, recently I have been getting a little bit frustrated.

And here’s why.

Zachariah doesn’t really get enough fluid some days due to aspirations and coughing.

He can struggle with meals because he’s too tired or just doesn’t have the energy to eat.

Therefore when he’s awake and alert it’s a great opportunity to get something in him.(however Zachariah has other ideas).

Zachariah cannot just be filled up on snacks in between, he is limited to what he can have, and even then it has to be smooth, thick liquid form.

At the moment, if he refuses the spoon there is no other way to feed him.

Now he’s not losing too much weight yet, but my worry is that if he continues the way he is, his weight may well become an issue.

With all this over my head I struggle to see the funny side anymore, I would love to enjoy the messy feeding because that’s just the type of person I am, but not at the cost of my son’s health.

My other angle to this is that how long do I ignore Zachariah’s cheeky behavior?

I only have Zachariah therefore not really sure of the age that you stop them being silly at the dinner table?

We all find it funny when Zachariah does it because, for him, it’s development.

However for a child of the same age without disabilities when is it time to stop messing with their food?

I just wonder if I’m too soft with my boy and make excuses for him, is he capable of understanding the word no?

He will soon be tube fed, so a huge part of me just really wants to enjoy this time, watching Zachariah enjoy messy play with his food, as I don’t want to look back and regret being so hard on him.

“Space to Change” Toilets Make Great Business Sense

If not then read this great blog from Laura Rutherford ‘Why isn’t this newsworthy?’

But aside from the fact that people are being forced to lay on dirty toilet floors, sit in their own faeces or face the indignity of being changed in the back of a car/van in full view of any passing stranger…

There is another great reason for providing fully accessible toilets.

It makes great business sense.

Really? I hear you ask.

But surely, it’s so expensive, the insurance would be astronomical and the space needed would take away valuable retail space… blar blar blar.

All excuses we hear every single time any of us ask a business why they don’t provide a usable toilet that includes a height adjustable changing bench and hoist for our sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, loved ones.

Here’s the thing.

Why do you think businesses such as Tesco, Morrisons and Marks & Spencers provide toilets for other customers?

Why do you find so many loos in a cinema?

It’s because it makes great business sense.

By providing customers with a toilet INSIDE their business, it means they don’t have to leave their business!

So we can stop what we are doing, leave our trolley of shopping for a minute, have a wee and get back to browsing and inevitably spending our money.

We can spend an extortionate amount on drinks in a cinema because we know we can nip to the loo without missing too much of the film, we might even buy another drink when we pop out.

It makes great business sense.

Those toilets are MAKING them money!

Imagine if there were no toilets in any of those places, if you needed to pop out to have a wee would you end up going back afterwards?

Might you get distracted in another store and spend your money there instead?

This is the risk that every single business currently refusing to upgrade their disabled toilets is now facing.

If we are in their store and our disabled loved ones need a wee, we have no option but to leave.

And we will probably be so angry that our children/siblings/friends/clients have not been catered for that we won’t go back afterwards.

Although by the time we’ve found a usable toilet we will either be a few miles away or will be at home anyway!

We might risk visiting a cinema but we wouldn’t spend money on a drink because if they can’t ‘go’, they can’t drink.

Remember that the people we are talking about NEVER travel alone.

They might have carers with them, it might be family, it might be friends.

But every single person in that group is a potential customer with money to spend, money which these businesses are missing out on by not considering the needs of their most vulnerable customer.

So, next time you see a post about this issue and think it’s unreasonable of us to expect these big businesses to make adaptions, remember, it is in their interest to do so.

If they’ve seen the value in doing it for you, how long until they see the value in doing it for everyone?

If you work in retail, know anyone in a management position in a big store (one that already provides toilets for other customers) please tell them why this is a good idea for them to make these adaptions.

There are well over ¼ million potential customers out there who would choose to spend money with them over any other business if they knew their most basic of human needs were being catered for.

Whichever supermarket brand is the first to do this in all their stores, will have me and my family as a life long customer.

You never know, if it makes them more money you might even get a bonus for bringing the idea to them!

For more information about our Space to Change Campaign visit www.spacetochange.co.uk

A Special Needs Mum’s Inner Monologue…

I was contemplating this thought the other day and concluded that if I were to do this I would be one very lonely girl with possibly even some restraining orders thrown my way.

Why do we do it to ourselves? (Unless of course you don’t, in which case go you!)

I am consistently horrible to myself in so many ways.

It would seem my inner monologue really has it in for me majority of the time.

“You’re not doing enough, you’re overweight, you’re not worth anything, you complain too much and everyone is sick of you” and so on.

It is unrelenting and miserable.

I spend a lot of time wishing I had time to myself to relax but the reality is that as soon as I am alone I obsessively do chores and errands whilst internally berating myself.

I would say that this year is the heaviest I have ever been, it is also the worst my skin has ever been, and the year of the most doctors appointments for myself ever.

I think everything has really taken its toll on me this year – the miscarriages, the hospital visits, Amy’s appointments and therapies, the admin/paperwork/phone calls, the equipment, the housing issues, just about everything.

I would love to say I am taking things in my stride and treating each new day as a blessing but right now I am one headache away from curling up in a ball and shunning all responsibility.

Yesterday as I picked my daughter up from nursery I could barely lift myself out of the car I was so exhausted.

Why did I do so much housework?

Why didn’t I just take some time to breathe and calm down instead of getting all worked up?

I really wanted to take her to the park after nursery but I just couldn’t muster up the energy and motivation for it.

I suppose most parents release their child into the park and the lifting isn’t as intensive.

I come away from trips to the park ready for bed rest and painkillers!

But I want to try and do it whilst I can, as I know that a few years from now these trips probably won’t be possible (unless we start taking a portable hoist with us for the slide or I develop super strength).

I just couldn’t do it.

The voice again telling me, you don’t do enough for her, you’re a rubbish mother, you’re not cut out for this, you’re barely awake enough to sing right now.

I promised myself two days in a row now that I would go to the GP.

I know they don’t love it when you turn up with multiple ailments, but something has to give when you spend life booking and attending appointments for your child!

My back is sore, my eczema flare up will not go away (probably an infection again, sigh), and mentally I am drained – no matter how much rest I get I am absolutely shattered.

It makes me feel like I am lazy or doing something wrong.

And yet, I eat my 5 a day, I do at least 30 minutes walking a day (and a lot of lifting!!), I talk about my problems and so on.

I feel like the doctor will just adjust my medication or recommend something like pilates (which I am actually doing tonight with my mum for the first time ever, cue social anxiety).

I would love to put less pressure on myself, not take things to heart, not get too bogged down with it all.

I would.

But it isn’t happening.

People often say it is your attitude that dictates events and in person I can be very cheery and friendly, but inside I am so sad and tired.

It is a cliche, but if I can’t care for myself how can I be expected to care for my child?

My child who is 100% fully dependent on me.

It is a huge amount of pressure.

When I complain like this I feel immense guilt… this isn’t her fault, this is just how things are.

We get amazing support from both nursery and respite, I should be feeling well rested and organised but I am just not.

Is anyone else like this?

What would you recommend? Have you suffered chronic stress or anxiety?

Did you overcome it?

I want to look back on these posts in years to come and think wow, I got through it, and things are so much better now. I am happy, I am blessed.

I have an amazing partner, and daughter, and support network, sometimes I think you do just need a good whinge to let it all out.

The way I do care for myself now is to try and drink more water, have more healthy food, exercise a bit more, try new things and not isolate myself, help others, write more, read more (really need to work on that), and spend more time focusing on my relationship with Phil (he works such long hours that sometimes I feel like I miss him even though I see him everyday).

I hope the voice you have in your head is kind to you and acknowledges all of the great things you do.

This is something that I am really trying hard to work on because I know how damaging it is for my already low self-esteem.

Special Needs Mums: A Letter to My 24-Year-Old Pregnant Self

Yes, you already love him with all your being.

Yes, financially at first you will struggle.

Yes, the sleepless nights are intense.

Yes, he will have his 10 fingers and 10 toes BUT he will also come with a lot more…

He will bring with him things that you never thought of.

You will love harder than you have ever loved before but also the heartbreak you will endure will also be just as intense.

When he gets to about two you will start to compare him to other children and wonder why he does certain things, you will also blame yourself A LOT.

You will be told that he is severely short sighted and needs glasses at around the same time.

Although that’s painful and stressful you put all the thoughts about his quirky ways down to the fact that he has not been able to see anything – you will be sure that now he will change.

He doesn’t!

He continues to grow before your eyes and you’re now blaming his behaviours on the terrible toddler years.

You will ask your health visitor how is he doing and as he starts preschool you will raise your concerns again, you will be frustrated that you think no one is listening to you and again you blame yourself.

You can’t understand WHY your child, WHY doesn’t he listen, WHY doesn’t he understand.

People are helping in the background but things take time, you cannot control this journey and yes it will scare you.

I know you want what’s best but it has to be done right and all the observations and assessments and checks are necessary.

You will frantically scour the internet for CURES and traits and identifiable aspects to see if what they are saying about your baby is true.

They never actually mention Autism; it is you, it is you that collects all the facts and the research and it’s you that attends the appointments armed with questions.

It is you that attends the speech and language sessions incase its JUST a slight speech delay.

It is you that is a full time working mum but up exhausted at 2am as he has slept since 7 and now after a cat nap is ready for a whole new day.

It is also you that thinks that it’s just a mum’s job to deal with these things.

You will play things down to Jay as if it reflects badly on you that these things are happening.

It’s not, it’s just one of them things – you should really share things that are worrying you more, you would have less anxiety.

Others will tell you that he doesn’t look any different.

That he may grow out of it in time.

That it could be worse!

You’re doing great Zowie, no one has the answers.

Yes many have walked your shoes in the past and many will in the future but no one’s journey is the same.

People will admire you and tell you how they don’t know how you do it, they comment that he is a credit to you and his Dad and isn’t he so clever.

By the time he is 8 years old the early years will be a blur; you did great, you got through and even start blogging your experiences to try and help others!

He’s a polite, loving, intelligent young man and yes he is a credit to you and Jay.

You never stop worrying; even though you’re not as neurotic as you once were, you don’t let autism get in the way.

You don’t make excuses and you do not to let the label be a get out clause.

I’m proud of you, don’t be so hard on yourself – you will get there and although the worries are still there you will be happy.

You are strong just like your own mama and you do what needs to be done.

6 Best Hand Creams Chosen by Special Needs Mums

Days spent changing nappies/diapers, constant washing and applying anti-bacterial gels, hopsital stays, the friction of daily lifting and the endless use of baby wipes soon take its toll, leaving hands dry, chapped and very, very sore.

The pain of dry, cracked hands can have a big impact on the challenges and daily routine of caring for a child or children with special needs.

Hands are exposed to the elements as much as the face, they are one of the first places to show aging this shows just how important it is to protect them.

We asked some special needs mums what their favourite hand creams were.

This is what they came up with:

Bodyshop Hemp Hand Protector

‘My hands were always sore and dry but not anymore. I always find the winter months particularly bad and would often have hacks but one application of Hemp Hand Protector before I go to bed is enough to restore the moisture and repair the hack. I’ve tried many hand creams in the past and this is by far the best. Truly an amazing product.’

Claire Smyth

Crabtree & Evelyn Verbana & Lavender

‘This is my favourite hand cream. I absolutely love the smell, it dries really quickly and leaves my hands silky smooth with no horrible residue. I got it given to me as a gift so I don’t know how I’ll feel about buying it for myself as it is much more expensive than previous ones I would’ve used. But it repairs any damaged or dry areas almost immediately. My mum also uses it so it reminds me of her.’

Laura Rutherford

Nivea Smooth and Nourishing Hand Cream

‘I love this hand cream. It leaves my hands soft but it’s also great for Ethan’s hands as his little hands curl. This cream, I’ve found, dries quicker and keeps his skin soft rather than other creams which take ages to dry, meaning his hands curl in again with wet cream on, Nivea doesn’t do this! It also gets bonus points for being cheap.’

Ger Renton

Soap & Glory Hand Food

‘This is definitely the best hand cream out there. I put it on before I go to bed and when I wake up in the morning the dryness and sores have repaired leaving my hands feeling smooth and ready to tackle the day ahead. It smells fantastic too.’

Sarah Brisdion 

Bio Oil

‘OK so not technically a hand cream, but I started to use Bio Oil on my hands a few months ago and already notice a big difference in my hands. I add in a bit of aqueous cream to make it last longer.’

Maura McCrystal 

Aveeno Hand Cream

‘I have two kids in nappies so good hand cream is a must for me and I swear by this one. It leaves my hands repaired and nourished after each use.’

Vaila Morrison