This is the sixth guest post from other bloggers about their memories of being a new Mum. If you would like to write a post for this series let me know in the comments or send me an email to kylie(@)kyliepurtell(dot)com
This week, I am so lucky to have the awesomely fan-fucking-tastic Good Golly Miss Holly guest posting for me today. I have been a huge fan of Holly's for a while now and if you haven't read her blog before then you are seriously missing out! Not only does Holly have a kick-arse sense of humour but she seriously makes the cutest babies! Holly's post is very fitting given that I am going to be finding myself in the same position of having my second baby come late-July and I will definitely be trying to keep this in mind over the next months of pregnancy and newborn-ness.
Everyone told me the second baby was a breeze.
By Amelia's first birthday, I was newly pregnant with our second baby.
Since hindsight is a bitch of a thing, I now realise that aside from wanting to rock and roll all night and party every day, Amelia was a pretty cruisy baby. However, being a first time mum, I thought anything less than 7 hours sleep was horrendous and the fact that my baby wouldn't follow that feed-play-sleep routine meant I was doing it tough - and I pretty much complained to all and sundry about it.
It seems to be a general consensus among the masses that if your first baby was tricky then your second would be a breeze, and people often consoled me with that fact when I was pregnant with Oscar.
"Oh don't worry, babe. You've had your bad sleeper, your colic baby. This new baby will be an absolute walk in the park!"
I took that myth on and wrapped myself up in, like a big fluffy blanket of LIES AND NONSENSE! I was going to make second time motherhood my bitch!!!
When Oscar was born, he quickly settled into a rhythm of catnapping around the clock, frequent feeding and screaming in pain for hours on end after 5pm every. single. day. I checked us into sleep school when he was a mere 6 weeks old. Second babies were a cinch so obviously I must have been doing something wrong? Seems second time motherhood was intent on making me its bitch and not the other way around like I had planned. Not cool.
Turns out Oscar suffered from terrible bad silent reflux as well having a dairy and gluten intolerance. Since dairy and gluten are like my favourite food groups, Oscar was getting a steady stream of it through my breastmilk and experiencing a steady stream of discomfort and pain. Awesome.
Assuming once we had my diet and his reflux sorted, I pictured myself settling into the role of the calm second time mother goddess that had been promised to me. All zen and cucumber cool. Yup, didn't happen.
It was at that point I realised the second baby was not guaranteed to be a breeze.
I would not have changed him for the world but those ridiculous expectations I'd nurtured throughout my entire pregnancy and a big chunk of his first year meant I was constantly convinced we weren't doing it right - and I didn't enjoy that amazing time like I should have.
So my friends, if anyone ever promises you that your next baby is going to be the easiest that ever eased, you best be giving them a kick in the shins.
|There's three of them now, and what they lack in ease they make up for in cuteness!|
Motherhood is never guaranteed to be a breeze, but well, at least you know it's worth it!
Confessions of a New Mum Part One - Learning Curves and 'Un'Enjoyment
Confessions of a New Mum Part Two - Stitched Up
Confessions of a New Mum Part Three - The Part-time SAHM
Confessions of a New Mum Part Four - Mum Appreciation
Confessions of a New Mum Part Five - Losing My Confidence
Confessions of a New Mum - Kelly from Handmade Tears and Triumphs (Guest Post)
Confessions of a New Mum - Bron from Big Brother, Little Sister & the Baby (Guest Post)
Confessions of a New Mum - Jenn from Mountains & Musings (Guest Post)