Delivery time - 10 months Hair colour - Blonde Eye colour - Blue Type - Girl
Well enough is enough. Mummy needs some quality me/gin-drinking/Ryan Gosling watching time so I've worked out the ten best ways to save time when rearing a toddler.
When my husband and I first found out we were going to have a baby we were slightly stunned. We had planned it sure but actually getting pregnant is a whole lot different from just thinking about it.
The alarming level of maternity discrimination in this country is compounding this problem. Many new mums are afraid to take time off work. These archaic business attitudes remain embedded in the dark ages; one that values presence over performance.
Little boy chose to lay on the floor hysterical for 40 minutes and I left him to it. Can we put children on eBay? Whispering 'I don't like him' on the phone to my mother the words barely formed on my tongue.
I was a newcomer in the World of Mothers, and the other Mothers knew it. With tales of breastfeeding woes and terrible births, of reassuring smiles and messages in the dead of night to tell me I was doing OK, the World of Mothers welcomed me with open arms.
His next reaction was annoyance at his own reaction. He was annoyed and surprised that he had felt this way. And then, when he told me, I wanted my own reaction to be annoyance. At him. And disappointment. After all, I am a mum. A full time mum. Hello! Why would he feel that this wasn't enough?
How long did it take you to find me and then to troll me online? Maybe when I was doing a workout? It probably took the same time.
And thousands of women don't fight back. They need their jobs - not only for the money, but also because they love their careers and have worked hard to develop them. But they may be afraid to 'make a fuss'. They may not have the money, the confidence or the emotional reserves required in order to engage in a legal battle.
When we were finally able to bring them home, it was a pretty surreal feeling. Gone were the nurses and doctors. It was just us now. I remember sitting on the sofa in front of these two precious, tiny babies and thinking, 'now what?'
We've had some of our happiest times here, but what is now the fabric of everyday life will eventually become threads of memories (you may, of course, have a better capacity for remembering things than me - I'm blaming sleep deprivation, and the latter part of the nineties).
My husband and I are living a life of borrowed time (literally) grabbing a few hours where we can and relying on caffeine and sugary awfulness to see us to the end of each day. We've found ourselves squabbling over who's had more sleep and completely losing the plot if one of us dares to yawn on shift,
Back then, The Unsung Mum was full of joy from having The Baby but that didn't last long. Once at home, The Unsung Mum started feeling a bit odd. See, like everyone, she'd heard of post-natal depression, but didn't actually know what it was.
I won't lie, there is a certain feeling of monotony about my days, but no more than before M's arrival (again... what did I do with my time?!). But I guess the monotony means we've done it... we've made the transition into our new normal. I was worried about the pressure of working full time and being a devoted mummy. And it is indeed a big pressure.....
Yup. I'm aware I've already shared my potty training disasters with you. Sorry about that, but as any blogger will know, I have to work with what I have. And what I currently have in abundance are stories about wee.
I hadn't heard of birth trauma until after I gave birth to my daughter and was googling what on earth might be wrong with me. I certainly had no idea its possible to suffer Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) following childbirth, that was something I'd only associated with people returning from war.