Every mum in the world is different, some work and some don’t. Full time, part time, not at all. Neither is right and neither is wrong, we all do what we feel is best for our families.
We decided that I would become a stay at home mum to our daughter(s) and so in my fortieth week of my first pregnancy I downed tools, to embark on my new life of luxury! (Cue laughter).
For the record I love being a stay at home mum, I certainly wouldn’t change my
circumstance and I really believe I’m lucky to be able to bring the baby up full time. Here’s how it panned out for us:
- The bit of time you have off before you give birth is deceiving, I sunbathed, shopped, napped and lounged in front of the TV to whatever box set I could find on Netflix. Heaven. Enjoying this bit was crucial because when our little cherub arrived, Netflix box sets turned into a thing of the past, I sleep with one eye and ear permanently open and in the beginning all I shopped for was nappies (and chocolate!!).
- After a while the holiday period stopped. I suddenly went from working all hours to working none. This really made me question my identity. It took a while, but for me it was all about finding a new one! Finding out who I am, and who I want to be as a mum has been the most empowering feeling. I’m in charge day to day, and eventually I took the reins and found my own way!
- Learning to give myself a break was one of the hardest bits (and still is sometimes). Realising that I’m not superhuman and that I need to take a breather sometimes, I think is an essential! Getting my swollen pregnancy ankles up is a given to make sure I can at least stay halfway to being supermum!
- Enjoying it! I’m slowly learning that for me taking even the smallest bit of enjoyment out of the hardest of situations (the cuddles you get at three in the morning, after a projectile vomiting episode makes my Husband jump right out of bed, moving quicker than I ever thought him capable!) makes Mummy Hood my calling!
Just being there to see her, to be with her to see all of her firsts. To laugh and to cry with her. Anything and everything, because I’m there and for me when it comes to the crunch, that’s all that really matters!So when number two child comes along in a couple of weeks time and things start to get tough, I’m going to look back at this post just to remind myself that I have learnt how to cope in the last ten months. Even if in my sleep deprived, post-natal state I don’t believe for a second that I have!