Showing posts with label new mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new mother. Show all posts
Friday, 7 June 2013
Bring Me Back To Life...
I won't lie, having Holly was the proudest moment of my life. The most amazing moment of my life. There are other achievements in my life I'm proud of like gaining a degree, but bringing another human into the world is by far the most special. Yet as I am being honest I have to also say that afterwards I was a mess. A whirling tornado of hormones, I didn't know what I was doing or who I was anymore. I expected having a baby to be hard, and I was happy to cope with the sleepless nights and exhaustion. What I wasn't prepared for was the emotional & psychological effect. The worry. The guilt. The fear. The pain. I was consumed. Overwhelmed. I felt like I was drowning. Drowning in not a sea, but a thick, dense fog. Everything was cloudy. Everything in my life was dull, in shades of grey. I would smile, but it would be a neutral smile, with undertones of grey. If I am totally honest, maybe the blue had gone from my eyes, leaving only the cold, hard slate grey in it's place. I loved my child, I could not have loved her more fiercely, but life beyond her paled by comparison. In the cold days of winter all I wanted to do was hide away. Take my precious family and hibernate. I wasn't ready for the world. I felt exposed, inadequate and scared.
Time passed and things grew easier. Warmer weather came to stay. I was more laid back. The fog had lessened. There were still times when it seeped back, as thick and debilitating as before, but those times grew less frequent. Still though, I didn't feel myself. I felt empty of me. I was full of love for my baby, my partner, but not for myself. I was nothing without the baby. A non entity. I loved and laughed with my family around me, but without them I couldn't remember how to be. I didn't know who to be. Who was I, without my family?
All too soon, winter returned and while I had moved on and relaxed, the same feelings reared their heads. Hard wired into me psyche. I felt the fog come over me. This time though, I had the strength to fight. Things weren't the same. I knew I had to stand firm. It wasn't easy, but I got through and found joy that I didn't know I had. I found strength. This time, despite the fog, I was able to breathe.
So what about now? The fog has come and gone. In this, the 2nd summer of motherhood. I feel like it has finally lifted. I almost feel like me. The me I was before. Yet not less than before. Even more. Stronger, and fiercer for all the demons I faced. Having a baby changed my life, and it would be entirely foolish to tell anyone that it doesn't. Having a child changes you forever, you shouldn't expect to adjust to it quickly. A child is a living, growing thing, they change as often as the tides of the sea.
This summer is a revelation to me. I am starting to see the true shape of the wonderful family we are. I don't know what it was that finally tipped the balance. That let me breathe again. I owe a lot to friends. Who were gentle with me. Not expecting too much, and having the sense to hold back when I needed it and hold out a hand when I was ready. New friends showed me that I wasn't alone. That I had more to look forward to than I ever dreamed possible.
Dear friends, thank you for helping me. For helping me to be me. For showing me that while being a mummy requires sacrifice, I can still be me. Thank you for bringing me back to life.
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Wednesday, 18 April 2012
Why I Hate Mary Poppins!
I only just realised it the other day, I'm the mummy equivalent of a bag lady, minus the bag...
I just happened to spot myself in the mirror as I was foraging through one of the many large pockets which adorn my day to day attire. I took a long hard look in that mirror with dismay, as it seems I've begun to choose clothing based more on practicality than style. The days outfit choice is now generally based around whether it has enough storage (not only for my ample stomach, thighs and other assorted wobbly bits), but for wide variety of baby paraphernalia as well. Not a day goes by that I don't stick my hand in a pocket and find one (or more) of the following:

Bag lady or hobo status aside, I can accept that. My issue is that bloody Mary Poppins! I used to like the woman really, but now I see her for what she really is. A complete cow! I mean, what a stuck up, flashy know it all cow! On one side you have little old me with my hobo pockets, and on the other is Mary, with her flashy magic bag! You've seen the kind of rubbish I pull out of my pockets! Then along comes Mary pulling out magic mirrors, flying umbrellas and coat stands no less! Not one dirty nappy in sight! Perfect figure, perfect hair and a singing voice that would make angels weep. Practically perfect in every way....How is a hobo pocket monster like me supposed to live up to that kind of example? Even if I had her magic umbrella I'd still be crap, the weight I am now I doubt it would be able to get me off the ground! It just isn't fair! Not a very realistic or achievable role model for mums is she?
Of course, you know I'm not really talking about Mary Poppins. I'm talking about all those seemingly super mums out there. The ones you see with the carefree expression and the angelic children. Not a hair out of place, not a blemish or stain on their body or clothing, or even their character. You just know they bake cakes, and knit and volunteer for the red cross in their spare time too. That will never be me. I like to eat cake in my spare time, I occasionally curse and I always spill food on myself. I try to be better, but I always fall short of my own expectations. As you can imagine, it isn't a great self esteem booster. Having thought about it a while now, I have come to this conclusion...I could waste my time comparing myself to the "practically perfect" people in this world or I could just be Holly's mum and relax and enjoy our time together, knowing I'm doing the best I can with what I've got. I may never be the perfect mum, but I'm the only mum Holly has, so I'd best get on with it. If I can make my baby smile, I must be doing something right, so I'll focus on that for now.
So what became of Mary Poppins? She may still seem practically perfect but I heard her and Bert split up. Apparently they'd been having problems for a while, she was high maintenance and always acted as if he wasn't good enough for her. She always did seem to be stringing the poor bloke along though, what a tease! Last I heard Bert was doing well though, he'd changed his name to Caractacus Potts and was getting it on with some bit of stuff called Truly Scrumptious in the back of his new car Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Just goes to show, some people are very good at keeping up appearances, you never do know what goes on behind closed doors!
I just happened to spot myself in the mirror as I was foraging through one of the many large pockets which adorn my day to day attire. I took a long hard look in that mirror with dismay, as it seems I've begun to choose clothing based more on practicality than style. The days outfit choice is now generally based around whether it has enough storage (not only for my ample stomach, thighs and other assorted wobbly bits), but for wide variety of baby paraphernalia as well. Not a day goes by that I don't stick my hand in a pocket and find one (or more) of the following:
- A sock/A shoe
- A muslin cloth
- A bib
- A bottle lid
- A baby wipe
- A used nappy (yes I know that is disgusting *hangs head in shame)
Bag lady or hobo status aside, I can accept that. My issue is that bloody Mary Poppins! I used to like the woman really, but now I see her for what she really is. A complete cow! I mean, what a stuck up, flashy know it all cow! On one side you have little old me with my hobo pockets, and on the other is Mary, with her flashy magic bag! You've seen the kind of rubbish I pull out of my pockets! Then along comes Mary pulling out magic mirrors, flying umbrellas and coat stands no less! Not one dirty nappy in sight! Perfect figure, perfect hair and a singing voice that would make angels weep. Practically perfect in every way....How is a hobo pocket monster like me supposed to live up to that kind of example? Even if I had her magic umbrella I'd still be crap, the weight I am now I doubt it would be able to get me off the ground! It just isn't fair! Not a very realistic or achievable role model for mums is she?
So what became of Mary Poppins? She may still seem practically perfect but I heard her and Bert split up. Apparently they'd been having problems for a while, she was high maintenance and always acted as if he wasn't good enough for her. She always did seem to be stringing the poor bloke along though, what a tease! Last I heard Bert was doing well though, he'd changed his name to Caractacus Potts and was getting it on with some bit of stuff called Truly Scrumptious in the back of his new car Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Just goes to show, some people are very good at keeping up appearances, you never do know what goes on behind closed doors!
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