I’ve been married nearly ten years and part of the reason I didn’t have a baby straight away is that I was scared to lose myself to Motherhood.
I didn’t want to become a ‘modern mum’ who had ‘lost the plot’.
I’ve written this post on the back of reading Why Mum Must Come First (Sometimes) – a very interesting and honest post by Gemma Capocci.
I found myself reading about a person that – if I’d have had a baby at aged twenty-three – I know I would’ve become.
I’m not saying anyone has to be an older parent to be a better parent. That’s not my point at all.
But I just did. I needed a few years under my belt to let off steam. To go on holidays and grow in my career.
I feel stronger and more secure in myself than I did ten years ago.
All that combined gave me the strength to recognise my faults and weaknesses as a person and gauge how I’d react to Motherhood.
I knew breastfeeding wasn’t for me. And I felt strong enough to vocalise this.
Thankfully, the battle I envisaged with a matron health visitor turned out quite the opposite. The most unmatronly HV simply said that as long as the child was fed, she would be happy.
How I chose to do it was up to me.
I feel like there’s a shift coming up in Motherhood. Thanks to the internet and blogging world, information and experience is readily available.
Yet so are opinions.
I don’t give advice. I just say what has worked for me.
You can listen to advice and scaremongering until the cows come home. But one thing I will say is that old cliché of trusting your instincts. Be strong in your mind, your thoughts and intuition.
What I’ve learnt about myself over all these years is that I knew if I didn’t keep busy and look after me too, I would get depressed. There’s been days where I’ve felt down and pissed off that this had become my life.
Frustrating seems to be the word that’s summed my maternity leave up.
And I’m glad it’s nearly over.
There. I said it.
But I don’t care. Because I’ve fought for nine months to make sure that I’ve made time for me.
The Perfect Parent brigade can throw stones at me all they want.
Even they’ll break eventually.
No one can keep up that perfect act.
So I’ve gone to the gym. I went on my first night out six weeks postnatal. I’ve sat and wrote blog posts. I’ve had my hair and nails done.
And do you know what?
I’ve got a very healthy happy nine month old whose got a very happy, healthy mamma bear.
She’s going for her first hour at nursery tomorrow and I couldn’t be more excited.
One whole hour to myself. One whole hour for her to explore and play.
I can’t wait.
To restore that balance.
And don’t feel guilty that you’re sending them to nursery. That post above discusses the need to feel we have to stay at home to give them the best in life.
It had the opposite effect for that person. They experienced anxiety and depression. Which didn’t benefit mother or baby.
Childcare is costly but it’s only temporary. And they develop unbelievable amounts mentally and socially.
And so will you. As you have a break. A chance to go to work and get your identity. Feel like you have a purpose in life other than being a parent.
I knew before I had a baby that I wasn’t going to be forced into anything I didn’t want to do. My main priority was that she took her milk, we all got some sleep and that we both got fresh air once a day.
And gasp – I wasn’t always thinking what was in her best interest. Some days I was like ‘What can I do today to stop me losing the plot in this mundane cycle of Motherhood?’
I’ve written about it before and I’ll bleat on about it again: Looking after yourself benefits both of you.
We’re not going to be joined at the hip forever and one day she’ll have a mind and voice of her own. She will want to do what she wants and thinks is best.
Then what’s left of me if I’ve neglected myself?
So please please please look after yourselves!
Get involved in buggy bootcamps/swimming/pregnancy and postnatal yoga. Treat yourself! Buy that damn top for you instead of another baby outfit. Don’t forget yourself!
Join a gym and get your mam/dad/gran to push the buggy round the local shops while you do a class. I did bodypump at exercse4less while my Mam pushed E round the Range.
It was good all round. I got to a class, my Mam got to see Ella and she did a bit of shopping too.
Of course you want what’s best for your baby.
But you also want what’s best for yourself.
Love Missuswolf xxx