Newbie parents – Page 2 – So here we are.
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So parenthood can be very lonely.
So here we are. It can be hard to be a parent and at times I’ve found myself feeling very alone. I think it’s for a few reasons. Every baby/ child is different and at times I’ve found myself feeling like nobody is feeling the same way I do. Or sometimes you feel like everybody else has it together. Like you see pictures of children eating amazing meals, home cooked, 3 meals a day with snacks in between. Sometimes I can’t even get Arth to sniff food, i mean a sniff wouldn’t really be much use but you see what I mean. You think, what are they doing differently?! Then you get mountains of different of advice and feel more lost than ever.
Sometimes at 3am in the morning when your bouncing up and down with your one year old and then the next day you have someone say to you; “oh my baby is only 10 weeks and she sleeps through every night”… Suddenly you feel like you will never have a full nights sleep again (you will) and your the only one in the world. Sleep is a big one because at 3am in the morning it can feel like the world is dark and your the only one awake.
I think we compare ourselves against each other and if we cant “keep up” with others or if something is different for us we feel very lonely. We can feel like we’re doing something wrong. But just because we do something different to others doesn’t mean it’s wrong.
It can make you feel like your alone, that you can’t talk to anyone about it for fear of being judged.
There’s also the loneliness that as amazing as our children are, their not the most amazing conversationalists. In my experience anyway. Sure as they get older I feel like this feeling gets a little bit easier. In the early days when your talking to your baby and their just looking at you blankly like “can you just feed me and shut up please? Oh,and I just did a big one in my pants.” And that’s about all you get. That for me, felt very lonely. It’s hard because you want to feel like your doing it right, you’d like some reassurance. Maybe they could fill in a questionnaire, maybe rate you out of 10, anything would be good.
The point is, it is lonely. I don’t think this is just a “I’ve had PND and been lonely” kind of thing. It feels like everybody feels this way sometimes. From what I gather. It is hard and it does still feel lonely sometimes for me. The first of my childhood friends to have a baby, sometimes I feel alone just because I don’t feel like they want to talk about big poops, teeth and weaning. Their life has taken a different direction to mine at the moment so sometimes you feel like your on your own.
But I know I’m not. It is lonely sometimes. And it’s ok to admit. I think it’s to admit even if you have family and friends all around you. Even if you’ve been trying for your baby for years and years. Even if you’ve lost a child. It’s still ok to admit you struggle with feeling alone sometimes even when you have your baby there, even when your surrounded by your children. Sometimes I think we all need adult interaction. We need to talk about something other than our babies, something other than what we do and what they do, we need to stop comparing. You need to take a breather.
I think we need to say to each other “I feel the same” and “you do what works for you”, “mine still don’t sleep”, and “go out and do something for you”. Having a baby made me feel like I wanted my Mum around me more. My family. It made me feel like a child myself again a little bit. I wanted to have those I loved around me just to give me a nod when I would say something like “but that amount of poo is ok right? Should it be that colour?”. I still call my mum when I have a moment of parent terror, like when Arth feel into a big muddy puddle of horse poo…face first, mouth open…yep that happened. Que call to my Mum; “is he going to be ok? Should I call the doctor?!” He was fine and laughed and felt quite happy about the situation actually.
My point is, feeling alone sucks. But we are never truly alone. There is always someone who knows the exact right thing to say. There is always someone who will just nod and hug you. There is always someone who helps that loneliness. And I totally believe it’s ok to admit.
Thanks for sticking with my very infrequent posts peeps. Stay tuned for the next one, I’ll try not to leave it so long.
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So here we are. So let’s talk about money.
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So here we are. Here I am. Back. We’re finally getting more into the swing of life haha. Which means I can get back into more blogging.
So this is just a post to say hi 👋🏼 and sorry for disappearing. Not that many people read this…I’m just sort of talking to myself…haha. Anyway, it’s been tough trying to find the balance. I’m trying to work, be a mum, have a horse, a life, relationship. It’s tough! It’s tough to stay in touch with people, to keep up with your friends and family and what’s happening. I want to be a good mum but I find myself beating myself up if I feel like I’m not being “good enough” but I can’t be supermum. I also find myself punishing myself if I don’t cook and eat well enough. But sometimes it’s just easier to eat toast. Sometimes the chocolate helps. Like it really helps.
I want to have a career and focus on that but I also want to spend time with my baby without my mind being elsewhere. I want to be with him and just be there completely. Not thinking about what books I need to read or looking at my work emails. But it’s tough. It’s all tough. I guess I didn’t realise how tough it would be trying to juggle everything.
I don’t know what I would do on my own. We have help, we live with Jords parents at the moment. I get lifts from his family, my family because I don’t drive. Discounted ferry, family taking Arthur to nursery, we have help. It does take village and I don’t know what we would do without ours. I guess this post is shout-out to everyone out there trying to find the balance in life. Not just in parenthood but with everything. Some days I feel like I’m totally bossing life. Me and Arthur have a really good day, we go out, clean and cook, I do some work and I spend time with Jord and chat to those who I love. Other days I eat ice cream and chocolate, I put on peppa pig and go through the day as a zombie grunting hello to Jord and just dreaming of sleep.
We are all trying to do the same thing. We’re trying to live. We might travel, we might like going out, eating well, socialising, parenting or focusing on our career. But we are all trying to live. I a lot of the time I feel this pressure and constant worry; “am I experiencing enough?” “Am I doing enough?” “Are we making enough memories with Arthur? Are we good parents?” There’s a lot of pressure on everything. To be good and to boss everything. But I’m just trying to find the balance. I don’t know if I ever will. But I’ll always try.
Life takes a village. Parenthood takes a village. I’m trying not to beat myself up if I don’t always feel I’ve “done good at life”.
We’re all doing the same thing. So here we are. I’m trying to slowly blog and live and do everything else. It’s tough. It’s all tough. Stay tuned because I will try and write as much as I can. It’s something I enjoy and that’s important.
sohereweare	Anxiety, Depression, First time Mum, Life, Mental Health, Mental health awareness, Mental health matters, Mental illness, Motherhood, My story, Newbie parents, Parenthood, Parenting, Winging it	Leave a comment October 14, 2018 2 Minutes	
So solo parenting, it’s hard!
So here I am. I don’t do it a lot. The most I’ve done is 4 days on my own. And when I say on my own, I have my family around me. Single parents? Hats off to you. There’s no partner/ husband/ wife/ to say; “I need to pee, hold the baby” or “please can you try settling them?” Or “I’m popping out can you watch the babe?” There’s no options. I mean there’s usually a friend, a grandma or grandpa, an auntie or uncle on hand to help. But there’s no other parent. It’s just you. Flying solo. Your usually on your own for the tough bits. For the nitty gritty bits.
I’m still totally winging it and to not have someone else there to reassure me or to check I’ve not forgotten something, it’s hard. Life is hard on your own if you ask me. Sometimes it’s nice to be on your own. Sometimes, for me, I need people. You need back up. A back up parent is good. So you can pee, you can drink a warm cup of tea, maybe even take a cheeky nap if you like. Carrying round a heavy baby is hard on your body and your mind.
Being a parent is wonderful but it’s nice to tag someone else in when you need a helping hand. I mean it’s not wrestling, but sometimes you do feel like your wrestling when your 9 month old doesn’t want their nappy changed. An extra set of hands with that giant explosive, looks like vindaloo poop, definitely doesn’t go amiss. When you’ve sat down on the sofa for the first time all day you forget your drink, the babe sleeps and your left wondering if your going to turn into dust your so dehydrated. Hands, they help. People, extra parents, their good.
So those doing it alone all the time? You’re doing an amazing job. You’re are doing the hardest job known to man, on your own. You’re a friggin superhero! I always feel a pang of “Mum guilt” when I put on those annoying pigs. A pang when I nap instead of doing stuff. A pang when we spend the day inside again. A pang when I get frustrated because, if your tired go to sleep?! (Babies are weird) A pang when I’ve got out the pouch instead of cooking myself. Sometimes the pants come all day. Sometimes they don’t come at all. But on your own everything is that little bit harder. So we all feel like a rubbish parent every now and again, but it your doing it flying solo, I think your awesome every damn day.
We are trying our best, what more can you do? We are all winging it and giving it out best shot. Whether you have an army or a imaginary friend, we are all doing our best. But when your solo, it really makes your appreciate those who are going it alone day in and day out. Definite hats off to you guys.
So when I’m trying to boss parenthood on my own, yeah sometimes, peppa comes on. Sometimes I nap. Sometimes we stay inside. Sometimes the most activity we do is singing, and playing. Sometimes the dummy has to come out even when it’s not time to sleep (woah, ca-Ray-zeee) but oh well. Arthur will survive. I don’t think peppa has subliminal messaging in it. I don’t think napping will do us any harm. I don’t think inside is always that bad; “inside good, outside badddd”. Singing and playing; it’s fun! Dummies are a wonderful invention. I can think of a few adults who could use a dummy from time to time…
So if you need a helping hand with parenting, if you need to wing it and do what you got to do to get by, oh well. I am totally somebody who is pro asking for help, pro doing what you got to do. Pro winging life, motherhood, asking to advice, taking naps, eating chocolate. Pro. All the pros.
Stay tuned for another on peeps.
sohereweare	Anxiety, Dad life, Depression, First time Mum, Life, Mental Health, Mental health awareness, Mental health matters, Mental illness, Motherhood, My story, Newbie parents, Parenthood, Parenting, Winging it	1 Comment September 8, 2018 3 Minutes	
So almost ten months in, it might be time to start looking after myself a bit more.
So here I am. My back hurts from carrying my Little A everywhere. Maybe I need to start doing more exercise, more stretching, yoga, to help my body. My bloated belly, maybe I need to lay off the white bread now. Start to eat better, like I used too. Start to put more time into my meals, snacks, not just food for my little man. It’s time, I’m going to do it, I’ve already started and I’m sticking to it.
I think my skin will benefit. My tummy will hopefully benefit. I might be able to get back some of my stomach muscles. It might help my mood (always a massive plus for me). My time has come to start thinking about me a little bit. In order to look after my mini dude, in order to have the most energy. Exercise is good. I like exercise. I like good, nice food.
I’ve sort of forgotten that. I’ve sort of forgotten me. Who I was before. The healthy (ish) me. I’m still healthy (ish) but I could be healthier. I could put more effort in. For myself. And for Arthur. It’s weird isn’t it? When you have a baby you think, what did I do before? What did I have for lunch before? Did I really look like that pre baby? How didn’t I see I was healthy? I thought my belly was big! Well, it is now…
It’s weird. They become your whole life and then you forget what your life was before. I’m staying away from the scales and instead going to focus on what I see in front of me. And how I feel. I’m hoping I’ll feel less tired, that my skin will improve, I’ll bloat less and just feel generally better. Of course it’s a process, of course sometimes I know me, and I know sometimes I’m going to just say “sod that, where’s the chocolate?”. But it’s gotten to the point now where I’m ready for change, I’m ready to feel better.
Something I know that’s important too is maintaining good mental health. Soon I’m going back to work, and I’ll soon be reducing my antidepressants. I’m scared. I’m scared about the change, I’m scared about how anxious I already feel. But no matter how many times I think “eurgh I really don’t want to go outside today, I don’t want to do any exercise” as soon as I do, my mood feels better. Just taking a walk and taking deep breaths; it really helps me.
My favourite place is walking along the beach or in the countryside. Plus it’s free, so that’s always a bonus. I’ve said this before but I don’t want to go back. I don’t think I’m ever going to be 8 and half stone, flat stomach pre pregnancy me. But I don’t want to go back. I just want to be me now. But a healthier version of me. I want to live a long live so I can be like Beverley Goldberg and try and get hugies from Arthur for a very very long time.
So here I am, here I go. Stay tuned for another one guys.
P.s here’s me after just completing my first “run” from couch to 5k…
sohereweare	Anxiety, Baby boy, Depression, First time Mum, Life, Mental Health, Mental health awareness, Mental health matters, Mental illness, Motherhood, My story, Newbie parents, Parenthood, Parenting, Post baby body	Leave a comment August 22, 2018 2 Minutes	