Category Archives: Health & Wellbeing

La Roche-Posay’s Baby Skincare Range Review & Giveaway!

I have very sensitive, very dry skin, once even breaking out head to toe in psoriasis during a particularly stressful period so I am always on the lookout for thick, moisture-intense creams for me and the kids (and believe me, I’ve tried them all).

Because of my history, I keep a watchful eye on the kid’s skin, in case they inherit my sensitivity, and they definitely have a few extra-dry problem areas. It’s the usual spots, behind the knees, the crook of the elbow, the cheeks – but lately, with bad colds and temperatures, Eva’s skin has become completely dry all over her two little legs. Enter La Roche-Posay’s Replenishing Body Balm and I saw an improvement within 24 hours. We are now applying it twice a day to make sure she doesn’t suffer that horrible dry skin irritation that I know so well!

The new kids’ sun cream from La Roche-Posay is brilliant – it’s nice and thick so I know that they are not only protected from the sun but that their skin is being moisturised too. I used to prefer the easier liquid-type suncream for ease of application but honestly, I would rather take the couple of extra minutes applying this creamy one to make sure that I’m doing the right thing.

We have a 100ml tube of La Roche-Posay’s amazing Cicaplast Soothing Repair Balm to GIVEAWAY to one lucky Raising Ireland reader. It is the perfect remedy to have on hand to help soothe and protect your little ones’ damaged skin when they need it.


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Competition closes Sunday May 3rd at midnight. Part of this competition is hosted on Facebook but is not endorsed by Facebook. La Roche-Posay have not provided payment for this post although they did send me these fabulous samples and who am I to argue with that?! All opinions are straight from Sharyn’s Horses’s Mouth. All of the La Roche-Posay baby skincare range are available to buy from pharmacies nationwide.


Resource: Help My Kid Learn

Help My Kid LearnI am ALWAYS on the lookout for tips on things to do with Jacob at home – especially on those days when it’s either pouring down outside OR you’ve got a sick child and can’t leave the house OR you’re wrecked and can’t bear to leave the house one way or the other. He totally gets cabin fever just like the rest of us so a planned activity at home can really break up the afternoon.

Then of course there are the weekends and mid terms and days off and holidays to fill with as much fun as possible (phew!), so I was delighted to come across the this online resource to help me with some cool ideas.

Help My Kid Learn is a website developed by the National Adult Literacy Agency (NALA). It promotes family literacy by giving parents, guardians and family members fun ideas to help build their child’s literacy and numeracy skills. The activities range from traditional games and activities to suggested online games and apps and are aimed at kids from age 0 to age 12. You don’t have to register, and it is totally free. On the website you can sign up for a monthly online newsletter to keep you up to date with new items on the website, or like them on Facebook

Nuts For Hallowe’en

We went on holidays a few weeks ago. Am I still banging on about that, about it being the first holiday we had in three years, how we blew WAY too much money on it but we were desperate? Yes I am! (review for Kelly’s Hotel, Wexford, to follow!)

Anyway, on our last day, we met a lovely couple and their son who was just a little bit younger than Jacob by a few months. The boys got on great so naturally we got chatting to the parents while supervising them on the super-cool Viking ship playground in the back garden.

The mum told us a VERY harrowing story about recently discovering that their son is allergic to nuts – and they found out the hard way. He ate a tiny bit of granola that had traces – TRACES – of nuts in it, and immediately suffered a major allergic reaction.

The ambulance couldn’t get to Crumlin Childrens Hospital quickly enough from Clonskeagh on the busy motorway as this little man swelled up, broke out in massive hives all over his body and his windpipe closed in. They diverted to St. Vincent’s hospital to get some steroids to tide him over until they got to Crumlin, and the entire time, his mum kept thinking ‘My baby’s going to die. My baby’s going to die’.

Naturally enough, I was BAWLING listening to her story, and couldn’t NOT give her a big hug for going through it. We also discussed my pal whose daughter is allergic to eggs and that poor girl from Drimnagh who died on O’Connell street last year after being denied an EpiPen by the chemist. I still can’t fucking believe that happened, by the way.

This mum and her husband at least had a happy outcome – their son was alive and well and having a great time on holidays with his parents and new pal (for a day!), Jacob.

As today is Hallowe’en, I am reminded of this family as my son is about to call to neighborhood houses in his dinosaur costume and other kids will call to our house, all looking for Hallowe’en loot and goodies in their precious bags. And we have NO IDEA sometimes who these kids are, or if they could be allergic to anything.

So I’ll do a deal with you – you don’t give my kid monkey nuts today and I won’t give any to yours. Just in case. Cool?

Jacob the Dinosaur



Postpartum Depression (Via Lucie’s List)

If you have yet to sign up to Lucie’s List, then please do. Sound, practical advice on pregnancy and beyond, with a few ‘Fuck yeahs!’ thrown in. Just up our alley, right?

This is an AMAZING piece on postpartum depression that Lucie’s List has kindly given me permission to share. I think every single pregnant woman and new mother should read it, PARTICULARLY in this country as  Ireland is still so flippin’ backwards on these matters!

Take it from me right now, if you recognize yourself in the descriptions of different types of PPD below, then please be assured that it is EXTREMELY normal and that you have the super-woman strength to find the help you need to get through. We’re rooting for you xxx


Postpartum Depression

1 in 8 of you will suffer from postpartum depression, anxiety, or OCD. It can be nasty stuff and should not go untreated.

You’ve probably experienced the “baby blues”, which is the crazy moodiness and weepiness that occurs in the first week after you give birth. It’s normal. Everyone goes through it.

Perinatal mood disorders are different. They may feel like baby blues at first — but the signs and symptoms are more intense and longer lasting.

The Stats, Please

– 13% of postpartum women develop PPD (1 in 8!)
– 10% OF DADS (yes, that’s right, men!) develop symptoms of PPD
– 1-3 in 1,000 women develop postpartum psychosis. (I have 70,000 subscribers, which means – statistically – that several dozen of you will experience this and it is SERIOUS business!)
** A woman experiencing postpartum psychosis may be in danger of taking her own life or that of her child. Symptoms include paranoia, hallucinations (hearing voices urging a new mother to kill herself or her child), severe insomnia, total loss of appetite, and major anxiety and depression. This condition is considered a psychiatric emergency and demands an aggressive, immediate response. Please click here to get local help where you live. Help is waiting for you. Please don’t delay!

So I need to ask (new mothers): how are you doing?

Some of you are feeling Super Duper! Jolly Good. Elated. Tired, yes, but happy. Some of you may be struggling and still others may be somewhere in the middle.

Maybe you’ve experienced depressive episodes in the past (ahem) and maybe you haven’t, so let’s talk specifics. *** MIND YOU: this isn’t a one-size-fits-all thing. Some women experience some symptoms and not others.

[During my research, I stumbled across an excellent site for PPD support called Postpartum Progress. The following is re-printed directly from this article. (thanks Katherine!!)]

*You may have postpartum depression if you have had a baby within the last 12 months and are experiencing some of these symptoms:

You feel overwhelmed. Not like “hey, this new mom thing is hard.” More like “I can’t do this and I’m never going to be able to do this.” You feel like you just can’t handle being a mother. In fact, you may be wondering whether you should have become a mother in the first place.
You feel guilty because you believe you should be handling new motherhood better than this. You feel like your baby deserves better. You worry whether your baby can tell that you feel so bad, or that you are crying so much, or that you don’t feel the happiness or connection that you thought you would. You may wonder whether your baby would be better off without you.
You don’t feel bonded to your baby. You’re not having that mythical mommy bliss that you see on TV or read about in magazines.
You can’t understand why this is happening. You are very confused and scared.
You feel irritated or angry. You have no patience. Everything annoys you. You feel resentment toward your baby, or your partner, or your friends who don’t have babies. You feel out-of-control rage.
You feel nothing. Emptiness and numbness. You are just going through the motions.
You feel sadness to the depths of your soul. You can’t stop crying, even when there’s no real reason to be crying.
You feel hopeless, like this situation will never ever get better. You feel weak and defective. You feel like a failure.
You can’t bring yourself to eat, or perhaps the only thing that makes you feel better is eating.
You can’t sleep when the baby sleeps, nor can you sleep at any other time. Or maybe you can fall asleep, but you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t go back to sleep no matter how tired you are. Or maybe all you can do is sleep and you can’t seem to stay awake to get the most basic things done. Whichever it is, your sleeping is completely screwed up and it’s not just because you have a newborn.
You can’t concentrate. You can’t focus. You can’t think of the words you want to say. You can’t remember what you were supposed to do. You can’t make a decision. You feel like you’re in a fog.
You feel disconnected. You feel strangely apart from everyone for some reason, like there’s an invisible wall between you and the rest of the world.
Maybe you’re doing everything right. You are exercising. You are taking your vitamins. You have a healthy spirituality. You do yoga. You’re thinking “Why can’t I just get over this?” You feel like you should be able to snap out of it, but you can’t.
You might be having thoughts of running away and leaving your family behind. Or you’ve thought of driving off the road, or taking too many pills, or finding some other way to end this misery.
You know something is wrong. You may not know you have a perinatal mood or anxiety disorder, but you know the way you are feeling is NOT right. You think you’ve “gone crazy”.
You are afraid that this is your new reality and that you’ve lost the “old you” forever.
You are afraid that if you reach out for help people will judge you. Or that your baby will be taken away.
*You may have postpartum anxiety or postpartum OCD if you have had a baby within the last 12 months and are experiencing some of these symptoms:

Your thoughts are racing. You can’t quiet your mind. You can’t settle down. You can’t relax.
You feel like you have to be doing something at all times. Cleaning bottles. Cleaning baby clothes. Cleaning the house. Doing work. Entertaining the baby. Checking on the baby.
You are worried. Really worried. All. The. Time. Am I doing this right? Will my husband come home from his trip? Will the baby wake up? Is the baby eating enough? Is there something wrong with the baby that I’m missing? No matter what anyone says to reassure you it doesn’t help.
You may be having disturbing thoughts. Thoughts that you’ve never had before. Scary thoughts that make you wonder whether you aren’t the person you thought you were. They fly into your head unwanted and you know they aren’t right, that this isn’t the real you, but they terrify you and they won’t go away. These thoughts may start with the words “What if …”
You are afraid to be alone with your baby because of the thoughts. You are also afraid of things in your house that could potentially cause harm, like kitchen knives or stairs, and you avoid them like the plague.
You have to check things constantly. Did I lock the door? Did I lock the car? Did I turn off the oven? Is the baby breathing?
You may be having physical symptoms like stomach cramps or headaches, shakiness or nausea. You might even have panic attacks.
You feel like a captive animal, pacing back and forth in a cage. Restless. On edge.
You can’t eat. You have no appetite.
You can’t sleep. You are so, so tired, but you can’t sleep.
You feel a sense of dread all the time, like something terrible is going to happen.
You know something is wrong. You may not know you have a perinatal mood or anxiety disorder, but you know the way you are feeling is NOT right. You think you’ve “gone crazy”.
You are afraid that this is your new reality and that you’ve lost the “old you” forever.
You are afraid that if you reach out for help people will judge you. Or that your baby will be taken away.
Now that you’ve gone through these lists are you thinking “How the heck does this lady know me? Is there a hidden camera in here?” Nope. What this should tell you is that you are NOT alone and you are NOT a freak and you are NOT highly unusual. If you are having these feelings and symptoms then it is possible you are experiencing common illnesses that 15 to 20% of new mothers have, and they are completely treatable. Just reach out for help (by state and country).

If you are having the symptoms listed above, call your doctor. There is no need to suffer. Perinatal mood and anxiety disorders are temporary and treatable with professional help.”

Remember: YOU ARE NOT ALONE. You are not crazy, nuts, or psycho.

Also…. yes, breast is best (and all that), but it’s waaaay more important that mommy is playing with a full deck of cards. If you need to stop b’fing in order to take the meds that you need to get better, it’s NOT a big deal. Our entire generation was raised on formula, and we’re FINE. (Read also: Letting Go of the Guilt from not Breastfeeding).



Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Vagina

Kegel Exercises. Def: “repetitive contractions by a woman of the muscles that are used to stop the urinary flow in urination in order to increase the tone of the pubococcygeal muscle especially to control incontinence or to enhance sexual responsiveness during intercourse”

Ok, so Kegels are important, (A), to stop you from pissing yourself and (B), to stop you from saying things like ‘Are you in yet?” (yes, sometimes that isn’t always to do with the size of whatever you are welcoming into your vajayjay…who-da-thunk-it?)

So if they’re so important, why can’t I remember to do them? I was REALLY bad during my last pregnancy and hardly did any Kegels at all, and although I vowed to get onto it with a vengeance as soon as Eva was two weeks old, she’s now four weeks old and I’m still talking myself around.

But now I have a plan. I realized that I needed a daily reminder, some sort of trigger that would remind me to get on with the business of squeezing those muscles for a couple of minutes at a time. Would it be every time that I showered? Well, that isn’t likely to happen regularly with a newborn in the house. When I brushed my teeth? Couldn’t rely on it. How about whenever I got to eat my lunch? As it happens, I can’t remember the last time I ate lunch, and if I did eat lunch recently, I couldn’t tell you what was on the menu.

No, I have now aligned my Kegel time to my ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ time. I have always sang  songs to Jacob since I was pregnant with him, and at almost three years of age, he still insists on my singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star before he goes for his daily nap, and before he goes to bed at night. If I sing three renditions and think I’m finished, he raises his sleepy head from his pillow and insists, ‘Mammy. More Tinkle Stor’.

Thanks to all that, I am now Kegeling twice a day. Every time I open my mouth, I close my…well, my other end.  I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it before, as the timing of the song is actually perfect. Try it:

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (SQUEEZE IN!)

How I Wonder What You Are (SQUEEZE OUT!)

Up Above The World So High (SQUEEZE IN!!)

Like a Diamond In The Sky (SQUEEZE OUT!!) (*though I always spaz out here and wonder if that’s where Rihanna got her inspiration for ‘Shine Bright Like A Diamond’. Always).

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (SQUEEZE IN!!)

How I Wonder What You Are (SQUEEZE OUT!)

You’re welcome. I think I’ll bring a fitness video out for Xmas…. ;o)

Sharyn xxx

kegels someecard

Every Digital Cloud Has A Silver Lining…

Now that we are (mostly) unpacked at the new house and the skips have been taken away, I have turned my attention to trying to have a digital clear-out. I am positively convinced that in the next 24 months or perhaps, years, I will have achieved this via my eventual understanding of Google Drive and being nicer to my computer desktops by not saving every single photo and video that I come across to them.

Granted, I’m not really enjoying it, or looking forward to the next two years BUT! I am finding some joy in the odd little gem here and there. Like this one; a letter I not only wrote but also printed and gave to Ass Monkey’s sister who took our dog Pearl for a week when Jacob was born. Yes, I put the letter in Pearl’s ‘Holiday Bag’. And yes, I only wrote it as if I was Pearl.

What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?!!!!

‘Dear Aunty Naomi,

Hi, Pearl here. You may have heard I’m a bit of a bitch but mostly I’m misunderstood & frustrated because these stupid fucking humans who ‘take care’ of me haven’t learnt how to speak basic common Doglish yet. Idiots.

Anyway, thanks for letting me come and stay. I think Mammy Sharyn is off to hospital to have some liposuction done. She’s really let herself go in the last few months and looks like a complete fat arse. How she thinks she’ll ever fit into a size 10 again is beyond me. Daddy Alan is in hiding because he’s MORTIFIED about the situation. I recently heard him on the phone to a mate saying he hadn’t signed up for such a fat bird. It was Christmas at the time so I can only assume that’s when Mammy Sharyn started shoving food down her massive trap.

To be honest, I’m not entirely impressed with such unstable and dysfunctional Masters, so if things work out between you and I, maybe we can hang out indefinitely. I’m sure my cousin Baxter will have something to say about that but honestly? He can go and f*ck himself. All I ever want to do is wrap my paws around his indifferent, grimacing face, and all he wants to do is watch Will & Grace re-runs. I think, in time, he’ll come around to my way of thinking and be my best friend. Either that or I’m going to chew his pride-coloured lead to shreds while he’s asleep. That’ll learn him.

My crazy, over-organised Mammy Sharyn has packed a bag for me that is RIDICULOUS, and not just because it’s a knock-off Louis Vuitton monstrosity. She has my bowl in there (pink, how stereotypical), a red Kong that I usually eat peanut butter out of and that keeps me entertained for ages, and other toys and treats. Mostly, they don’t give me treats unless I sit down and give them the paw. The c*nts.

They also have their ‘orders’ that they like to shout at me, to get me to do things that make them feel better about themselves. So I can ‘sit’, ‘lie down’, ‘give me the paw’,  ‘go easy’ when I’m a bit hyperactive, and Daddy Alan thinks its great that I’ll give him a ‘high five’, but mostly I’m just putting my paws up to say ‘Back the f*ck off asshole, would you??!!’

My harness might look stupid, but it’s because I get too choked with the lead going from my collar. I think I must have been be-headed in a past life – I’m thinking about talking to Psychic Sally about that. If you put the main bit around my neck, I can put my own paws through the side straps. Yes, I am that f*cking amazeballs.

So that’s the low-down, Aunty Naomi. Everyone knows you’re the coolest aunt, so there’s no fear of my pissing on your floor. Promise. I will, however, require a LOT of affection, because they starve me of it here, and that’s just tough shit for you. Get your cuddles on.

Lots of love and smelly poos,

Pearl xxxxxxxxxxx

PS: I think they’ve packed some of their socks with their smell on it too so I won’t be lonely without them. But I can’t really talk about that right now.’






Morning Sickness

I need to get a rant out of my system, and it’s about the greatest pregnancy misnomer there is: morning sickness.

I was in work one day, about 6 weeks pregnant with my first baby and feeling fine, when I was suddenly hit by violent waves of nausea. I lay down in a meeting room for a while, but eventually picked myself up and walked out of the office. I didn’t return for 10 weeks. Instead, I lay in bed quaking with sickness, consuming nothing but Lucozade and crackers. Vomiting actually brought blessed relief from the nausea, for a few minutes at least.

Think back to the worst hangovers of your life – you know the sweaty, fat-tongued ones where you’re afraid to move your head in case you puke down the wall, where you can’t even contemplate bacon and Coke, and the merest chink of light makes your eyeballs explode? Now imagine that for 24 hours a day, for weeks and weeks on end. This is what they daintily call ‘morning sickness’.

This offensive term is constantly used in the press, on parenting blogs, in books – EVERYWHERE – and is a complete load of bollocks. For a start, most expectant mothers I’ve known actually experience their nausea in the evenings, when energy levels are low and exhaustion takes its toll. Some women – Kate Middleton being a famous example – are even admitted to hospital suffering from hyperemesis gravidarum – or to use the technical term: dehydration from relentless spewing.

Yet some women don’t experience pregnancy sickness at all. There is no medical explanation for it, it’s just ‘one of those things’. I was simply one of the unlucky ones. What makes it even more difficult is that it generally peaks during those first 12 weeks when you’re not supposed to divulge your pregnancy to anyone, or when you don’t have a big belly to wave in people’s faces on the bus to get a seat. Most women have to just suffer in silence, getting by with an office desk drawer full of Ritz crackers and frequent trips to the toilet. One friend of mine nearly crashed her car en route to work as she screeched onto the hard shoulder, opened the door and barfed into the road. Amazingly, she wasn’t pulled up for drink driving.

But my main gripe is with the genius who coined this phrase and the massive disservice they have done pregnant women. It implies that those of us who couldn’t get out of bed, who couldn’t even walk into our own kitchens for fear of smelling food, are weak, maybe milking it a bit to get some attention and time off work. Believe me, I’d have loved nothing more than to feel good and enjoy my first pregnancy. Instead, I was forced to waste nearly one-third of it feeling like shite when I should have been out enjoying my last months of freedom.

So please, newspaper and magazine editors, people of the world in general, can we start calling it pregnancy sickness?

Did you suffer from pregnancy sickness, and what helped you cope? Do share with us!


Is Your Child Energetically Sensitive?

As human beings, we are naturally sensitive in a number of ways. Crying at a sad movie or feeling really angry about a situation indicates when we are feeling emotionally sensitive. The reflex action of removing our hand from a hot hob or when our noses turn red in cold weather illustrates how physically sensitive we can be. We are all sensitive in another way too – we are sensitive to the energy of those around us.

Some call this type of sensitivity intuition. Some refer to it as a sixth sense while others know it as a gut feeling. We have all experienced it from time to time. It could have been the feeling that someone has “walked over your grave” or a strong feeling telling us that we cannot trust the person we have only just met.

Children are extremely sensitive to the energy around them.  They have no reason to question what they see/feel and sense. Instead they accept the experiences as a routine part of their day. Adults are a little more guarded when it comes to such things. We have grown up being told by others that in most cases, if something is not in physical form; it simply does not exist. Our sensitivity to energy has diminished to a large degree. It is as though there is a brick wall between an adult and their ability to sense energy where only a thin veil exists between a child and their energetic sensitivity.

As parents, how would we react to our children telling us of their extraordinary experiences? These experiences are real and our children look to us for acceptance and reassurance. Understandably, we can get totally freaked out at the thought of our child seeing the energy of a spirit on the stairs or chatting to a deceased family member about what happened in school that day. Most of us don’t feel comfortable about discussing these things, so where does that leave our child?

On any given day, an energetically sensitive child can have a number of paranormal experiences. He may suffer with insomnia and upon waking see celestial beings along with the spirits of loved ones in his bedroom. He dresses for school while he chats away to his spirit friends (often referred to as imaginary friends).

In school he can see the colours of his teacher’s energy field and often knows what she is about to say before she says it. Boredom sets in while he waits for her to finish explaining a concept that he grasped in the first minute of discussion. He looks out of the classroom window and is chastised for day dreaming. A multiple choice exam is handed out for completion. He ticks all the correct boxes because he instinctively knows the answers, but is unable to explain the thought process behind his selection. In the school yard during break time, he can see the spirits of deceased loved ones and angels happily keeping his school friends company. The school bell rings and it is home time.

He arrives into his sitting room and can sense an argument has taken place between his parents. He is energetically sensitive which means he absorbs the energy of the residual anger left in the room, which makes him angry too. His mother has a headache so now his head hurts; he has energetically picked up her physical pain. It is all too much, after dinner he goes to his bedroom to be by himself. At eight years old, he is living with an ability he would never dream of telling anybody about because he feels that nobody would believe or understand him. He is on his own trying to work it all out for himself.

If you are a parent and think that your child is energetically sensitive, you could find it difficult to find someone you can turn to for help. I work with these children and their parents by gently explaining the experiences to the child, and by helping the parents to understand their child’s ability. I have worked with many of these children over the years and feel my success is attributed to the open mindedness of the parents, the trust and willingness shown by the children and lastly, because I once stood in those childrens’ shoes.

I believe that an energetically sensitive child is very fortunate. It means that he was born with an ability that can guide him throughout his life, helping him choose the right career, the right home and even the right partner. Most importantly, his sensitivity to energy will always work to keep him safe from harm. As parents, why not encourage this natural ability?







Review: MikaB Teething Jewellery

MikaB Teething Jewellery

MikaB Teething Jewellery

I tried to like this product even though fundamentally it made me a little uneasy from the get go.. .Teething jewellery…. Hmmm…Encouraging my tenacious little princess that it was okay to gnaw and pull on any jewellery just never sat right with me. I had visions of her licking my engagement ring and shoving my wedding ring over her first tooth (whenever she grows it) to go trick or treating as Madonna with a full grill. However, I admire anyone who is inspired by their little one to invent a product and really wanted to give it a chance.

Sadly, Líadain hasn’t learned compassion yet and wasn’t as enthusiastic. She loves her teething rings and dare I mention a certain long necked, long legged stippled creature that many babies love to gnaw? Rhymes with soapy? Well she ADORES her. So I hid the afore (almost) mentioned giraffe and proffered the bangle. She was having none of it. I tried shoving it in her mouth …ahem.. Encouraging her and she clamped her mouth tight. She did however like using it as an arm hula hoop but that’s where her interest began and ended. I even waited and tried a month later when she was definitely teething and she refused it again.

Sadly this product in our house just wasn’t a winner. I found it interesting that she had no compunction to chew on it whatsoever when all of her toys (and the dogs if they aren’t careful) get even a cursory lick.

PROS: it’s PBA free

CONS: the website says it ‘looks great on mums’.. It leaves out the bit that it looks great if you like the same ‘jewellery’ as an 8 year old.

Sorry mikab… Is a no star rating from team Langford.

Harmony Yoga Ireland

Harmony Yoga Ireland

Harmony Yoga Ireland

Harmony Yoga Ireland has been running since 2004 and offers classes and training for Pregnancy, Birth and Beyond.
Owner Gail has been a massage therapist since 2000 and specializes in Pregnancy and Birth.
Class that are offered through Harmony Yoga Ireland are Pregnancy Yoga, Infant Massage, Baby Yoga and Toddler Yoga.


New to Harmony Yoga Ireland is placenta encapsulating which helps new mums bounce back after birth.
For more information go to: The Harmony Yoga Official Website