I’m going to try and make this as easy as possible without scaring anyone who may be reading. Most of these things I’m about to talk about can be avoidable, I just had to learn the difficult way! When I found out that we were going to have to schedule a c section, my first thought was “I’ve never had surgery in my life and now the first time I have an operation I’m getting a baby out of it” so naturally, I was nervous. Not only was I nervous to have major surgery but my first child was about to be born! It was a lot to take in. I went home and looked on the Internet at how to prepare for a c section,
I just opened up my blog to upload a new post whilst my toddler walked hand in hand with his dad, butt naked and having a tantrum as he walked to the bathroom for a bath. (My son, not his dad. Although it has been known.) Such a hard life right?! I found myself laughing at his journey towards bath time and realised that the screams, the terrible screams, can sometimes actually be bearable. A few years ago the sound of a baby screaming sent shivers down my spine (Don’t get me wrong, I have the odd moment where I still feel this way about my own son) and my teeth would clench until it was quiet again.
Now, I can only speak from my point of view when I say this but NOTHING changed after we said those two “life changing” words – I do.
We’d been told that everything feels new, fresh and exciting once we got married. Once the honeymoon phase fades, you’ll find yourself having bigger rows (usually over money) and having issues with losing your independence when it comes to going out or having a joint account. But this day and age it doesn’t have to be that way. We did it modern day style! By that, I mean we had a baby pre-marriage so the biggest commitment had already been made. Marriage really wasn’t going to change anything. But even if we hadn’t had our son, I don’t think it’d be any different than it is today.
I’ve decided that as much as I have a lot to speak about (my brain is full of cray cray ideas that keep me buzzing), parenthood doesn’t appeal to everyone so on Monday’s I’ll be writing about things I have learned since becoming a responsible (ha!) and polished (hahaha!) mother. These blogs also rightly relate to fathers too, but I’m speaking from my point of view. (Oh that rhymed)
Usually on a blog you’d expect to see instagram filtered photos of avocados, bath bombs and ombre hair. I quite often think that I’m either a rubbish woman or just a rubbish adult because today I ate cake for breakfast and haven’t brushed my hair since yesterday (?) morning. That’s as good as I get.
Boy, what do I say about this topic? Was my original plan to become a stay at home mother and house wife at the ripe age of 25? No. Do I regret it? Absolutely not. My friends who are currently settling down in their thirties have asked me “Don’t you feel like you’re missing out?” or “Shouldn’t you be having fun in your twenties?” It’s not like I had a baby or got married when I barely knew myself or craved a wild social life so I felt perfectly ready and had faith in myself that I was doing fine. I had a tough job and worked as a Support Worker for disabled adults.