After struggling with infertility for 2 years and being told
we have no hope of conceiving a child naturally, my unexpected natural pregnancy with C
was a wonderful surprise. It also unleashed
a whole new raft of feelings that I had never experienced before. These mainly revolved around lack of
confidence in my body to be able to successfully carry a baby. Instead of being a wonderful and exciting
period, it was full of stress and anxiety. Not until I could hold my healthy baby in my
arms, would I feel reassured.
I turned to Twitter as a way of anonymously sharing my
concerns and seeking advice. I did not
feel this is something I could discuss with my friends as unless you have gone
through the pain of infertility, the anxiety I was feeling would be difficult
to comprehend. At times, the feelings bordered on
irrational but if I was anonymous then it did not matter, and the reassurance I
got from others who had been in a similar situation was worth its weight in
gold. Talking in all its forms is one of the best healers.
When C arrived without warning, a month premature, it caught
us off guard. Although we had most
things prepared, I was not mentally ready for this baby. Despite her prematurity, C was declared fit and well and we were sent home from hospital 24 hours
later. I felt scared and
became paranoid that there was something wrong with her and the hospital had
missed something. The anxiety was all
consuming and in the evenings especially, I felt like I was going to explode
under the weight that I felt was on my shoulders. I was scared if I fell asleep and took my eye off her for a second, she would not be alive in the morning. Again the Twitter support base kept me grounded and got me through.
For me personally, my biggest issues revolved around what I
felt were a lack of support around me, particularly from my husband. As many of you are aware, my husband works
away from home during the week therefore Monday to Friday I am effectively a
single parent. No-one to give me a 5 minute
break from the baby (who incidentally refused to sleep anywhere but on my
chest) to have a shower, grab a cup of tea etc, no one to share my fears and
anxieties with, no-one to give me confidence in my parenting choices, and
no-one to hug me and tell me it was all going to be alright. When he was home my husband was tired from
his week away and out of touch with what was going on at home. He used to question everything I was doing as
he had not been around earlier in the week to see its effectiveness. If the baby cried, I was told it was because I must be doing something wrong. I made me feel untrusted and I was constantly
on the defensive. My husband has
also never been a great one for helping out with the household chores, the offshoot
of being the youngest in his family and the only son. Naively I expected this to all change when
the baby arrived and him to miraculously start pulling his weight around the
house when he was home. Of course this
did not happen and I felt resentment for this.
When I occasionally did bring these issues up with him I was
told I was making heavy weather of being a parent. Again this did not help with my self-confidence
or our marital bond. I felt completely
isolated. We were an incredibly strong unit for nearly a decade before C was
born. He has always been my strongest supporter yet when I needed him
most in those months after C's birth, I feel he deserted me and I would
go as far as saying exacerbated the problem. I don't think I will ever
truly get over that.
Getting C into a sleep routine definitely helped as it allowed
me to get some time to myself. Even now,
18 months down the line, I am still extremely strict about sleep as
those moments to myself are the difference between making it through the day
and not.
Getting out to baby groups and meeting other mums was a HUGE
sanity break for me. Just having the
company of other adults for a couple of hours every day made such a
difference. Even now, I try to get out
of the house and do something every day.
Not only does it help me, but it stops C getting bored and playing up at
home.
Once C turned a year old, I decided to change my twitter
ramblings into a blog as a way of sharing my experiences with others in the
hope that it may help others going through a difficult time with
motherhood. I should have done it
earlier as I found being able to write things down, especially very negative
things, very therapeutic. I do worry
from time to time that I am being unfair to C by putting my negative feelings on
motherhood out there for all to see.
Some days it makes me feel quite uneasy, especially when other bloggers
write about the wonderful things they are doing with their children, however I
hope that writing is helping me to become a better mother and that someday my
blog will turn into one of those gushing about how wonderful motherhood is.
I have no magic answers. I still have dark days, but there are definitely less of
them. At 18 months old, C is becoming a little person and although still clingy we get by much better. My husband has increased his input dramatically since I fell pregnant
with baby number 2. I was suffering from
horrible nausea and he started taking C out for extended periods to allow me to
rest. This had the positive effect of allowing him to bond with her more and a knock on spiral of him now wanting to spend more time with her. It is probably no co-incidence
that this also co-insided with me stopping
breastfeeding as it allowed him to become more involved and feel less like C
was tied to me. He has reduced his days away from home from 5 to 3 which means my time alone at home is substantially less and things really do feel like they are on the up!
Of course, I worry about the
effect the new baby will have on the current delicate status quo. I do take some comfort in knowing from last time what helped me and what did not. I am also more prepared as a parent on how to deal more confidently with situations as and when they arise. My anxiety is certainly less during this pregnancy as I know my body is capable of carrying a healthy baby (almost) to term. A lot of it will fall back on my husband though and how he reacts to the changes. I do not think I could cope with another extended period of undermining and questioning. Maybe that is a blog post for another time. I still do not entirely understand why he behaved like that, although I am sure it is partly due to him feeling like a spare part a lot of the time. It does worry me that I have not yet got to the root of the problem, however with Twitter and my blog I am confident I will make it through...
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