These first 18 months of motherhood have been a roller coaster-ride to say the least, but a definite highlight was meeting Laura, which would never have happened if it wasn’t for my Arthur being so cute!
I’m loving this opportunity to discuss lots of baby-related news and views – and receive all your comments – but to start with, here’s a taste of what I experienced as a new mum.
When I found out I was pregnant, I was excited about the new direction my life was taking – and totally unprepared for the enormity of what I was letting myself into.
However, as a girl likes to think she can still retain a certain level of style in pregnancy, the significant matter of what I was going to wear was mainly occupying my thoughts in the early months.
I had no idea where to start, but fortunately my husband bought me my first item of maternity wear – a dress from JoJo Maman Bébé which I loved and I couldn’t wait for a bump to fill it.
For me, this exciting new world of maternity shopping quickly became an antidote to the constant queasiness and tiredness.
But the thrill was soon replaced with confusion. What do I buy my baby to wear? How big will it be when it comes out? What style will look good on it? What sex am I having? (The baby kind that is.)
While I devoured every detail of What to Expect When Expecting (which, if nothing else, is a compelling guide on comparing the weekly size of your growing baby with various pieces of fruit) there is no such guide for baby clothing – although the JoJo catalogue is the next best thing.
So I decided one thing that would help would be to find out what I was having. Plus I’m not very good with surprises. (My husband has learnt to approach me loudly from the front as I’m a bit jumpy!)
When Arthur was born, I had a couple of months of adrenaline-fuelled bliss, where I would start everyday with complete excitement, meet my NCT friends and enjoy most aspects of my new life. (Although the sleepless nights, leaking nappies and pounding the streets of Brixton like some mad woman trying to get him to sleep were certainly testing.)
Fortunately, once those initial hurdles of breast-feeding, weaning and sleep-deprivation were overcome and Arthur started crawling – then walking at around 12 months – the days got a lot easier and I found myself actually enjoying being a mum!
Whilst all our experiences may vary, what we do share is the emotional impact: how you can’t believe how difficult it is, but wouldn’t change it for the world. Can’t believe how knackered you are, but have no choice but to get on with it. Can’t believe how lucky you feel, but don’t know how you’ll make it through the day…
Fortunately chatting to fellow mums helps us learn as we go along, keeps us sane and may even help us muster the strength to go through it all again. (That’s what I’m hoping for anyway…)
So I hope you will be compelled to share your experiences, advice, frustrations or feelings as we go along.
And I know I haven’t mentioned the sheer bliss and hilarity that having a child brings us on a daily basis, but that’s only because I think it just goes without saying, don’t you?