Saturday, 28 June 2014

For new Mums/Mums to be




Day 1 of being a Mum - totally clueless

 
I know a few people in this position, and while I's sure I've said all this before, I thought maybe it needed a summary. 

And instead of being a crazy person and writing epic cards to everyone I know in this position containing some of this information, I thought hey, I'll just blog it.  Cos I'm tired and time-poor.  (If you have no brain due to new baby, just skip to the quick paragraph in italics at the end.)

First I want to say take all this advice with a grain of salt because EVERYONE will try and give you advice when you become a Mum.  Most people that give you advice (like me) is not a professional at child rearing.  They also do not live your life, or know what it's like to be in your skin.  So most advice is not actually aimed at you.  Most advice givers (like me) are doing it for themselves.  Because they want to be of use and because they care about you (or in the case of street weirdos, probably just your infant).  Everyone's experience with motherhood will differ so the advice will differ, and not all of it will work for you or your child.  Try to only take on board what makes sense to you.

If you are overwhelmed by too much advice (I was) I recommend just tuning out when people try and give it to you.  Just nod, and sing a catchy song in your head.  Appear to be listening, but really, don't.  Enjoy that song in your head.  Make it a happy song.  Try not to sing it out loud, it will seem like you're not listening and you'll blow the ruse. 

Becoming a Mum can flip everything you know on it's ear, so be kind to yourself.  It is like starting at a job you have no experience in and will have to do for the rest of your life.  You will make mistakes.  You will not have all the answers.  You will be ok.  Your expectations of what you would be like as a parent may not match up to the reality.  You may have thought you'd never wear a sling, but find yourself suddenly with a baby strapped to you.  You may have thought you'd be starting Playcentre when the baby was a few months old but instead find yourself crying on the couch and eating Tim tams.  That's totally normal.  When mapping out motherhood pre-baby there are a lot of outliers you probably won't have taken into account.  Like exhaustion, crazy hormones, loss of your sense of self, or changes within your relationship with your partner.  You may experience none of these, or all of these.  Either way, be nice to yourself.  Your kid is fed?  Yes.  Your kid is wearing clothes?  Yes.  Your child is not in the fridge?  Yes.  You are a good parent. 

Accept all offers of help.  And by help, I mean things that actually are helpful to you.  If you have an anxiety disorder (like me) and someone offers to clean your house and you are terrified of this and it will make you have a panic attack, this is not going to be helpful to you, so decline.  Your friend means well, but they are trying to be helpful cos they care about you, not cos they want to clean your house.  I am terrible at asking for help, but am becoming better at accepting offers of help.  So if someone offers help that is not actually helpful, maybe ask for a similar alternative that may actually be helpful to you.  So if someone offers to cook you a meal but your fridge and freezer are so full already it'll just be a nuisance - ask if maybe you can take them up on the offer later, when the cupboards are bare and you are crying from hunger.  It truly does take a village to raise a child so don't feel like you have to do everything by yourself.  You are not weak if you need help, you are human.  People know this.  This is why they want to help. 

Remember that it's not just you who is going through a whole lot of craziness - but if you have a partner, or your baby has a baby-Daddy, they will likely be feeling a bit crazy too.  And while we have the hormones which usually push us into a biological closeness with the kid (they might not, this is also normal, don't worry), they don't, and may feel left out.  And they will (usually) feel an obligation to support you through what is a known cray-cray for the Mum time.  So may be feeling overwhelmed.  They need support too.  And it may be hard for you to give to them as you are already gonna be looking after a new, completely dependent little person, so it's really important that they have people to talk to.  It might be just someone to go have a beer with, or to play board games with.  It might be a therapist.  Whatever works for them.  Just make sure they have someone to talk to so they don't suddenly wig out.  That will be bad for everyone.

This is the thing I still struggle with, but it's important to know all the same - put you and your family first.  Try not to feel guilty about it.  Sometimes this means missing important broader family events, birthdays, Christmas do's just in order to sleep after a night of no sleep.  Don't demean your needs.  They are valid.  Feeling not completely insane from lack of sleep makes parenting easier.  Doing this makes you a good parent.  In the early days, it's really just about survival.  Most people will understand that you have a good reason to miss your Uncle's cousins dogs thirteenth birthday.

Try to ignore the expectations and comparisons of others.  This is hard.  All babies are not the same.  They will learn things at different paces and in different ways.  Your baby is not retarded just cos it's not crawling at X months old.  If you are worried, talk to professionals like your GP or Plunket.  And try not to compare yourself with others.  There are sooo many ways to raise a kid, not just one right way.  Do what works within your framework of beliefs and values, and do what works for your child.  Don't worry if it conflicts with what your friends or family are doing, or the 'rules' of a certain ideology of child rearing.  Whatever works for you is good.  Do that.

If you are like me, try not to get caught up in your head.  The best way to do this is to get back into your body.  Do something simple like have a shower or a bath and really focus on each part of your body as you get clean.*  Find someone to mind your baby for even just ten or fifteen minutes and go for a walk (or a run if you do that sort of thing).  Think about your breathing.  Drink a coffee alone somewhere.  Enjoy it.  Your head can be a dangerous place to live.  Taking a break for a bit every now and then can give you some perspective and make things feel a little simpler. 

There.  I said the things.
Here is the summary for those of you who have no brains cos babies: 

So you've decided to become a Mum.  It's hard.  Really fucking hard.  It will make you crazy - but being crazy is normal.  Everyone knows this so they will try and help.  Ignore all unhelpful help.  Do what works for you.  Get support when you (and your partner/baby-Daddy) need it and be nice to yourself.  Also, chocolate.


* As and when possible, of course 

Friday, 27 June 2014

A quick catch up



Me with sprog just before work (Video Ezy shirt under jersey)

Hi blog!  I missed you

There are important things I want to write about, but I just don't have the brain at the moment.  So I thought I'd just write a catch up on life blog to lubricate that brain muscle for better things to come in the near future.

So why haven't I been blogging?  Well, besides the usual laziness there are a couple of legitimate reasons.  Firstly, I've been sleeping.  Basically every time Etta naps, I try and nap to catch up on all the not sleeping I've done over night.  Before going back onto antianxiety meds this wasn't possible, but now it is, it's really hard not to take those opportunities to rest for a while.

Because being a Mum is tiring.  And being on drugs that help make me not crazy is tired making.  And not being anxious means I'm not going to freak out about every little thing around the house not being done, so not only can I sleep, but I don't beat myself up about not using my time more wisely.  Cos sleeping is wise.  And being not anxious gives me clarity to be logical about it.
The second reason is that I've gone back to part time work.

Why have I gone back?  To be honest, it's mostly because the opportunity presented itself.  Because Auckland is a small, serendipitous world, we live a few houses down from my old boss.  Consequently, I've run into him a few times in the hood so he's aware that I'm sprogged up.  And when some stuff came up at work, he thought I might like it.  At the time he offered I wasn't quite ready to go back.  But awesomely, he basically said there would be a part time job for me whenever I was ready.  Hence my return to the exciting world of Video Ezy Pt Chevalier.

And it's PERFECT!  I loved that job.  It's simple.  It's minimal responsibility, maximum fun and requires little brain.  I also love that boss.*  He's pretty much my age and a choice guy, so working for him is no stress.  Which is good.  Cos I have no room for stress.
So I work on Sunday's and Murray minds Etta, which has been brilliant for other reasons.  The selfish reason is that it's enabled Murray to understand what it is to have to look after Etta for a whole day, and how tiring it can be.  The less selfish reason is that it helps me understand how much Murray must miss her while he's at work, and the huge sacrifice he makes for our family every day going to work.  So I think it's strengthened our respect for one another, and helped make our family unit a bit closer.

It's also helped Etta be a little more self reliant.  I often pick up extra shifts and she's minded by the sitting team of my Mum, Murray's Mum and (of course) Murray.  And (of course) bonus money has helped relieve a little financial pressure.  It's not much, but it means we can put a bit more into savings, and have a little more beer and skittles, and a little less worry about the future.

And I feel like I have more independence.  Simple things like catching the bus without a pram have initially felt really odd, but over time have helped me feel like a separate entity again.  I talk to humans outside of the home.  It's great!

And, of course, there's the free movies.  I don't have time to watch them with all the sleep I need to do, but it'll happen eventually.

In fact, it's starting to happen now.  Because Etta has started to (sometimes) sleep through the night.  Last week I managed about five nights where I got five or more hours of consecutive sleep.  That's a serious miracle.  I do think her newfound self reliance has a big role to play in this sleep magic and for this I am also thankful to be back at work.
So now I will start training myself not to sleep during her naps.  And once I've got that down, who knows what I'll achieve?  I'm hoping it means I can blog more often.  Hell, maybe I'll even do something amazing, like bake a lasagne.  Or watch a movie.

* not in a sexy way.  Nicole and Murray, you have nothing to worry about.