…Use Nap Time!
Again, as with most things I write about, I don’t really know! What to do with the little time I have when my child naps for what could be five minutes or could be an hour and a half (and there is no way of knowing in advance how long he will sleep for!) is a conundrum that plagues me daily. Everyone says “just sleep when they sleep,” which is sound advice but difficult for several reasons:
- Housework – everyone also says “oh just leave the house work and sleep,” but if I did that every time he naps then my house would very quickly become a biohazard zone.
- Timing – but how long will my child sleep? NO ONE KNOWS. What if I’ve just drifted off and he wakes up? That would be so much worse than if I was loading the dishwasher when he starts to scream, that way I’m just leaving dirty dishes to go and desperately persuade him that 15 minutes is nowhere near a long enough nap instead of the gentle embrace of my soft bed.
- Alone time – if I sleep when he sleeps WHEN OH WHEN will I just be able to sit and be? When will I be able to watch Naked Attraction and knit? WHEN!?
So, here’s what I suggest you do at nap time, preferably on some kind of random rotation:
- Cry. Get it all out. You’ll feel so much better afterwards. Put on the last 15 minutes of The Notebook and have yourself a little weep party for one, while you stuff your face with cake or crisps because you’ve haven’t been able to eat yet today. Which leads me on to…
- Eat something! Do you remember when you thought maternity leave would be a time when you’d be able to prepare fresh and healthy meals daily and get your pre-baby body back in no time? LOLS. No. It’s 12:30pm and whilst you’ve had avocado lovingly rubbed into you hair, you haven’t actually had time to put anything (healthy or otherwise) in your own mouth. Sometimes you look in your fridge and the only edible thing in there is mayonnaise and who knew mayonnaise on a cracker could taste so good? Someone who hasn’t eaten for over 12 hours but has spent those 12 hours constantly feeding someone else, THAT’S WHO. My caring husband recommended that I make myself a “warm oats breakfast smoothie” to keep my energy up. I tried not to laugh too loudly and then today I actually used a nap time to make the suggested smoothie, I followed the recipe he sent me and everything. I spent the whole time worried the juicer would wake Douglas up and then when I tried said smoothie it was genuinely hideous. I wrote it off as a mini fail and sat down with a cup of tea – at which time Douglas woke up. EPIC FAIL. Moral of the tale: eat whatever you find and eat it quickly.
- Sit down. Just sit. Take a minute to sit down and stay seated. So often I sit down by accident, I didn’t mean to but my body just decided it was time. And it feels amazing, but I know I have to get back up in a matter of seconds to attend to the next (and probably moist) thing. So just have a little luxury sit.
- Do a thing. A thing you used to do before you had a baby. I knit. And write blogs. Sometimes I only get to knit two rows or write two sentences but at least I did the thing. I had a tiny taste of pre-baby life and it was bloody delicious.
- Meditate. Let me just say that I NEVER do this, but wouldn’t it be just great if I did? Wouldn’t I be the most relaxed and fulfilled mum ever? But sitting down and eating something/anything while crying at the TV and look at my knitting wistfully always wins.
If there is one thing you don’t have time for, it’s guilt. So whatever you choose to do with the time you have, enjoy it (as much as you can enjoy things like cleaning!) with unadulterated pleasure. You’ve earned it!
So there are my suggestions for nap time! Dear reader, please take them or leave that at your own incredibly limited leisure.
…Birth a Baby.
Eight months ago I gave birth to a human child and it was the hardest, most effervescent experience of my life. Recently there has been a lot in the news about the rising number of caesareans in the UK and the reasons behind this. I practised Hypnobirthing which has a bad rep but is really just the most practical, level-headed way to approach childbirth. I learned that childbirth in all of its forms is a wonderful thing, epidural, c-section, home-birth, whatever, as long as its on YOUR terms. This is the most natural thing in the world but unfortunately because we live in a patriarchal society, women have been convinced through an historical rhetoric that we’re not strong enough to take on the challenge that our bodies were actually designed for. Which makes NO SENSE! More and more I realise how strong and capable woman are. Our resources are deeper, our resolve is stronger, our capacity for love is wider. WE ARE SO CAPABLE.
I’m not going to try and tell you that my experiences of childbirth are completely beautiful and amazing and painless because that would be a lie but in talking to other mother’s I’ve realised that my natural, calm birth isn’t the norm. So I wanted to put together a blog on why that is, because I am no stronger or weaker than any other mother out there. So here are my tips for childbirth… Continue reading “How To…”
Sometimes life just feels like its on a constant mission to make you crazy and I think things are particularly mental just after you’ve had a child, whether it’s your first, second, third, fourth…(if it is your fourth then you’re actually legitimately insane and you either don’t really, or really do, need to read this article) the adjustment is always huge and things can take a long time to settle.
I have a couple of things I need to do to stay sane, but mostly I’m not that great at doing them, so I thought I’d write it all down… Continue reading “How To…”
LOLS! As if I could write a blog about how to be a mum! I’ve no idea! I’m completely winging it. I haven’t brushed my hair or my teeth, or changed my hair from the “mum bun” it’s been in all night and it’s 2pm! But my baby is happy and healthy and (mostly) clean so as far as I’m concerned, I’m completely bossing this motherhood lark. High fives, no, BIG TENS to me!
I can write about what motherhood has taught me so far… Continue reading “How To…”
I’m not sure if you’ve noticed (based on my previous blog posts) but I’m pregnant (who knew!?). This has been a vast learning curve for me, as vast as the curve of my ever-expanding tummy. Everybody told me that, roughly, I’d hate the first trimester, love the second trimester and hate the third trimester. That’s not quite how I found it, here are the trimesters as I found them:
The First Trimester Continue reading “1st, 2nd or 3rd…”
So I’ve been complaining a little bit about pregnancy recently, which is fair enough, it’s tough, but it’s also very special. So here are the things I like about pregnancy:
- I’m never lonely. My husband works away a lot and it doesn’t get any easier having him so far away, so often. It’s not always easy when you’re pregnant and knackered and there’s no one to help with the dishwasher, or the bins, or the cats who keep needing to be taken to the emergency vets because they’re fighting with other cats! But I’m no longer lonely when he’s away because I’m never alone. I’ve always got this little person with me. Every time the little lonely mind-monster tries to creep into the room, I just put my hands on my growing bump and chat away to my little one. It wiggles and moves around in there and I know I’m not alone, not even nearly.
- Things piss me off a lot less. If I’m having a terrible day at work or someone has been horrible to me, of course it’s still upsetting, just for a much shorter period of time. Sometimes I need to have a jolly good cry about these things (everyone does) but then, quite quickly, I start to feel completely okay again. Because of this little bump, things that used to be the big things have become the small things. I’ve stopped sweating the small stuff. I have bigger fish to fry. Pregnancy is a fantastic way of gaining perspective.
- I can eat whatever I want! Of course I make sure I get the appropriate amount of nutrients for me and my baby and eat very healthily for the both of us but once those bits are covered, the fun really starts! I used to hate supermarket shopping, too much choice and temptation, but now if I feel like having it, I just go right ahead and put it in the trolley. Large packet of special Christmas biscuits? Sure. Terry’s Chocolate Orange? Absolutely. Frozen mozzarella sticks? You betcha. Ball of sparkly wool from the random middle isle of Lidl? YES. (I know that’s nothing to do with eating but I class wool as food for my soul.)
- It fascinates people. I sometimes catch people staring at my bump and if I know them well enough I’ll say “do you want to touch it?” and their faces always light up as they tenderly place their hands my tummy and I can see the wonder in their eyes as they touch a brand new life growing. My husband can’t seem to get over how spectacular it is either! He marvels at my growing figure and chats away to the bump and just can’t get over the fact that I’m actually growing a person. It always reminds me how lucky I am and what a privilege this really is.
- I’m much better at being nicer to myself. I’ve been notoriously horrible to myself my entire life. No one can possibly be as mean to me as I have been to myself. It baffles the people around me sometimes and I have to say it doesn’t make too much sense to me either. I’m hard on myself and I hold myself to impossibly high standards that no one could ever attain and then I punish myself when I don’t reach them. But not anymore. I have to be nice to me because I have to be nice to the little person inside of me. I want to be nice to me because I want to be nice to the little person inside of me. And I now love me because I love the little person inside of me. Can’t tell you what a relief it is to finally feel this way.
I think a lot of women with a history of mental illness worry about getting pregnant and what this might do to their stability, I think I’ll do a more specific blog on this soon, but I have to say, on the whole I actually think pregnancy has mellowed me. This whole pregnancy thing is quite the journey! And I’ve just got to keep enjoying the ride!
to a Pregnant Woman.
People say weird shit to pregnant women. Every other human who’s ever grown a child with their body, knows this to be true.
So in the spirit of everyone getting a long a little better, I’ve decided that the rule to live by, should you find yourself talking to a person “with child”, is to not say anything you wouldn’t say to a non-pregnant person. Here are some examples:
- Do not tell a pregnant person she looks fat. Would you tell a non-pregnant person they look fat? No. (Or at least I very much hope not.) I’m presuming that anyone who throws this kind of insult at a woman who’s probably already feeling weird about their body, is actually trying to say, “your bump looks bigger.” If this is the case, I suggest the ol’ faithful “you’re blooming.” Everyone knows this is code for “oh my, you’re expanding at a rate of knots,” but the fact that it implies you’re opening up like a beautiful flower and that yes, you may be the size of a small fishing vessel, but it doesn’t matter because you’re growing a human (which is a frikin miracle), makes it all okay.
- Do not comment on how much a pregnant person is eating. Unless you’re a medical professional, in a medical situation, I don’t think it’s a good idea to comment on the amount that someone is eating, especially if you think that amount is a lot. It might be that you see this lovely pregnant woman at the same time every day, the time in which she has rewarded herself for all her hard work (and pregnancy is bloody hard work) with a cupcake and a packet of crisps. The rest of the day she might be quaffing highly healthy smoothies and homemade vegetable soups, you don’t know! And even if you did, it is precisely zero business of yours!
- Do not comment on what a pregnant person is wearing. It’s not always easy to get dressed when every day you wake up and are a little bit bigger than the day before. Your wardrobe all of a sudden consists of about ten items, somehow you have to dress for work and leisure using just these ten things and all of your tights and pants feel like they might ping off at any second, hurting people as they ricochet around the room. So when you finally dress yourself and go out into the world and someone says “gosh, that’s a bit tight, isn’t it?” it can feel pretty hurtful. You would never say this sentence to anyone not pregnant, unless you’re related or have known each other at least three years, have seen each other wee, cry and possibly throw up. So don’t say it to a pregnant woman, she might just say it back!
- Do not laugh at a pregnant persons’ birth plan. If someone, in all seriousness and sincerity, told you their five-year plan or their holiday plans or their marriage plans, would you laugh in their face? Probably not. People plan their weekly shop, they plan for Christmas; they plan every event in their lives from the mundane to the remarkably important, so why do some people think it’s ridiculous to make plans for the single most significant life event that can ever happen to anyone? Plans don’t mean “this is definitely going to happen this way” and no pregnant woman’s birth plan means “this is definitely going to happen this way.” We may have baby brain but we’re not stupid. Our birth plans are how we would like things to go, based on months of research and serious contemplation. We are aware that things might go differently on the day. Telling someone not to plan for birth because it might not go to plan, is like telling someone not to plan their wedding in case it rains. Yes, your dreams of getting hitched under a beautiful canopy in a stately home garden may be somewhat dashed when a minor hurricane rips off the roof of said canopy, but you get married somewhere else in the lovely stately home and the outcome is still something resembling what you always hoped it would be. Also, based on the correlation between a birth in which a mother feels out of control and unprepared, and post-natal depression, I don’t see why we’re not all encouraging mothers-to-be to think about how they would like to give birth. And with the tendency for people to tell you how harrowing childbirth is, we’re somewhat staring down the abyss here. If you laugh at someone’s birth plan, chances are you’re laughing at a very nervous woman who needs your encouragement and not your derision. Think about that.
I do find it a bit odd how people treat pregnant women and it’s been a bit of a surprise to encounter all of the above. I think the rule of not doing/saying it to a pregnant person if you wouldn’t do/say it to a non-pregnant person is a pretty good rule to go by. For example, and this hasn’t happened to me (yet), you would never place your hands on a stranger’s tummy, but I’ve been told that this happens an awful lot to pregnant women in their last trimester.
What we’re doing is a great privilege but also, we’re getting stretch marks, our skin might be mottled and a lot hairier than usual, our boobs are becoming unrecognisable, we might be in serious pain or discomfort, we might be throwing up three times a day, we might be shitting ourselves at the life-changes afoot. Be nice. It might make a real difference.
Last week, as I smeared natural yoghurt all over a sanitary towel with a tea spoon, I had a feeling my life had taken a somewhat undignified turn. I also have a feeling that this is only the beginning. A UTI led to antibiotics, which led to raging thrush, which, along with the burning sensation when weeing and the fiery sensation in my vagina, led to my knew life anthem becoming Alicia Keys’ “This Girl is on Fire”. With question marks over what a pregnant person is allowed to take for thrush, the overwhelming suggestion was natural yoghurt. Something which, I have to say, did not work and which also means I will never be able to enjoy eating said diary product ever, again. Ever. Again.
Since my last post I’ve realised that there isn’t a huge amount of dignity in pregnancy and childbirth, and from what I hear, childrearing too. I am now completely okay with carrying a pot of my own urine around in my handbag. Sometimes I forget it’s in there and if I’m buying a magazine to pass the time in the doctor’s waiting room, end up placing it on the newsagent’s counter whilst rummaging for my wallet. I don’t even stay embarrassed for long when that sort of thing happens. In days gone by I would spend at least six months recalling the moment at random intervals and groaning with unease about the whole thing. Now, it’s forgotten pretty quickly.
Yesterday I had my 20 week scan and didn’t really even flinch as the male radiographer attacked my trouser waist band, shoving tissue paper down there and exposing the shrubberies in my lady garden. I’d had no idea that a scan would involve needing to have one’s bikini line waxed. But whilst Chris was a little alarmed at the scanning process, it didn’t really bother me. I’ve let go of silly things like thinking my vagina is a private place, where private things happen – and I haven’t even gotten to the birth yet!
But it’s all worth it because seeing my baby’s beautiful face on that screen is something I’ll never forget. My heart was beating so fast for the rest of the day. I’ve seen feet and hands and lips and eyes that all belong to the little person I’m growing inside me. It’s the most remarkable feeling in the world. And if dignified behaviour can’t be the reason I walk around with my head held high then that feeling certainly can!
Dignity be damned, I’ve got work to do!
I am pregnant. And it is weird. Of course, ofcourseofcourseofcourse I’m also over the moon. Chris and I are platsing over the whole thing. But also, pregnancy is a full-on, bodily assault. Essentially I am now America, because my body has gone from being run by a moderately competent adult, to being completely controlled, by a child.
I am now 18 weeks, so well into my second trimester and it’s not getting any easier – yet. People keep telling me that the second trimester is when you’re supposed to get your mojo back – I don’t know where my mojo is. Also, where is my glow? Is it a myth? I want to know when I’ll start to glow!
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…Sleep in This Heat.
The hashtag #toohottosleep has been trending for a good couple of days now and I am not immune to this. A solid night of sleep has evaded me for almost a week now. So, I’ve come up with a couple of tips on how to try and sleep during this pesky heatwave.
Continue reading “How To…”