I can’t believe my last post was just under 3 months ago, how time flies when you are taking care of and raising a wee little human being. As I consoled my darling pixie like baby today I looked at her and it dawned on me.. She’s not just a feeding, crying, sleeping, disconnected baby.. She is a little person (my little peson) complete with emotions, a personaliTy and a bloody strong will!!!
Ok so my last post I said I was lucky enough not to have had the baby blues! Well I got them alright just a bit later than when I had been told to expect them. One day on a tough walk to the local shops, whilst drinking a coffee all on my own it hit me.. I was by no means going through PND but I did become umcontrollably overwhelmed with emotion when I realized that my life was no longer as I knew it – no better or no worse – just different.
Whilst not working (in an office) was fun for a while , I then came to the realization that I was actually missing my job, missing my body, the train trips of ‘me time’ THE WINE -oh how Imissed the dam wine! With very few friends who have babies and a sister who has a baby but is a thousand miles away I was feeling quite alone. But after a strong coffee, a few tears and a chat to my Mum and a new Mum friend, I realized that this is my new life and is the most important job I could ever have. And that was the end of the baby blues.
It’s funny how on the outside we (new, stay at home Mums) appear lead such a glamorous/leisurely life full of shopping,coffees, play dates & mothers groups but I tell you what under all that shines is a whole lot of poop, sleepless nights, guilt, poop, black baggy eyes, pajamas, poop, tears, anxiety, washing, searching for answers, and did I mention poop? Soooo much bloody poop!!!!!
Don’t get me wrong this is by no means a whine session, because there are definitely some of the best perks to being a Mum, all the smiles, giggles, rewards you get from your baby, not working in an office, the coffees, the play dates.. And the list goes on, but the next time you go to judge a Mum about the glamorous life they seemingly lead, remember this; The morning before the play date most likely started long before you woke and consisted of poop, cries/screams/tears, smiles, making lunches, undoubtedly an arguemeant or two, most likely spilt milk, washing, a school run, sometimes even “actual” work, some form of exercise (maybe?), at least 3 phone calls from the husband and more poop, and all on anything but a full nights sleep. Some So I reckon that coffee or play date is bloody well deserved.
Cheers to the amazing Mums of the world who work what is possibly the bloody hardest, but most amazingly rewarding job.