I'll be the first to admit I'm somewhat klutzy, it runs in the family. It's rare though that I actually ruin anything nice. I have noticed since having a child though, that the old adage "This is why we can't have nice things" has really come home to roost.
There was no reason for me to feel like this. I was doing everything I could to meet my daughter's needs whatever they were and whenever they arose. But I just couldn't help feeling that I simply wasn't good enough. I'd look at my daughter for some reassurance and she would stare back at me, blankly.
Your baby might not be ready by 6 months - on their 'half birthday' they will not arch their back and spew a rainbow whilst shitting butterflies to alert you of their readiness to recieve solid food stuffs. If, like me, you don't have X-Ray vision, you won't be able to visually tell if their gut is ready, so you'll just have to wing it.
Now I look back and it was obvious that I had PND and also that I wasn't a bad mum, I was just struggling and trapped in my own self-doubting head. I couldn't get out the bed in the morning and spent most of my time either crying or wishing I could escape.
It is however a simple matter of fact. No baby sleeps through the night, they never have and never will. Ever. Similarly, no adult has ever, or will ever, slept through the night either. Why then is so much time and money spent on trying to achieve something that is totally impossible?
One thing I've discovered about pregnancy and motherhood is that it opens the doors to a world of bitchiness, jealously and judgement. The 'NCT mums' as I call them are quite possibly the worst breed of female I have ever come across. It wasn't long before I was shamed for leaving my little ones, namely Indigo my 10 week old new born, why the new born was deemed more important than the 6 year old was slightly baffling, but never mind!
In 1655, the medical author Thomas Moffett explained that all 'kind and natural' women would breastfeed. 'Yea', he noted, 'all Women which truly loved their Children' did so. The alternative to breastfeeding for new mothers in the 1600s in England was to hire a wet nurse -- a woman that had recently given birth and was still lactating.
The few children's books I've found that feature breastfeeding tend to be ones that are specifically about breastfeeding or attachment parenting more generally; in other words, someone would have to already be passionate about breastfeeding to seek out these texts
There are two types of mom friends. Those that will support, nurture and encourage. Then there are those who will criticise, throw self-doubt around like it's confetti and make you question every decision you ever made.
The ultimate joy you feel when potty trained becomes toilet trained. It's great isn't it? The utter pride you feel boasting to everyone when it's complete? Well I now know that those comments of "Oh that's brilliant, makes life much easier for you now!", are quite frankly, utter crap!
Up until my daughter had been diagnosed with eczema, our parenting path had been as expected, with sleepless nights and nappy explosions and projectile vomiting and earth-shattering screaming. All standard baby behaviour. But the eczema had caught us off guard.
Toddlers are fascinating little things. A mixture between a baby and a miniature teenager, with the best and worst parts of your own personalities popping out from time to time. For those parents who have yet to reach the toddler stage, here are a 11 things you can expect when you own a toddler:
Her assessment that maternity leave is one continuous succession of feeding and bottom wiping is inaccurate and must be addressed if we are to value parental leave as something which has a benefit to society.
As soon as I'd had baby M, I was surprised by the number of women that made comments along the lines of 'let the guilt begin!', as I began talking about my return to work, there was more of the same, and those women were absolutely right.
Molly was 12 when Jake was born and I can honestly tell you that she sulked. She refused to sit in the living room with us- believe me we tried and tried to reassure her with cuddles, treats, keeping her toys out and not letting the baby paraphernalia take over too much of the home too quickly.
We as women are flooded by pictures of 'perfection'. As mothers we are met with comments such as 'when are you planning to lose that baby weight?' and images of celeb mums in size six leather hot pants two days after having their children.