It’s come to my gradual attention over the past couple of years, that a lot of what society believes about children, childbirth and pregnancy is actually a lot of rose-tinted time-altered rumour and supposition.
I thought I would start off a confessional, if anyone would like to join in, feel free to comment.
1. The day I had my son was NOT the best day of my life. Momentous, yes, but best? Hell no, not by a long shot. I can’t say that having no sleep in 2 nights, being drugged up to the eyeballs with epidural, and then the final insult of having my perineum sliced open and put back together was my favourite day. No way. Wedding day? Yes. All you have to do is look at me in the post birth photos to see this. I am practically comatose, and I honestly look how I felt.
2. You don’t always “bloom” or “glow” in pregnancy. And you know what? There’s no shame in it. I don’t. It’s hard to even think about looking good when you’re entering a room and wondering how close the nearest sink is, or whether anyone would notice if you threw up into the waste paper bin. And it’s been 5 days since you washed your hair because tipping your head in any direction makes you sick. And you’re too weak to stand for a shower.
3. You can make as many plans as you like. You can map out your new baby’s every move. You can read every book there is on every subject to do with everything in the world… Just be prepared (like I wasn’t) to mentally rip up all of those plans and throw them in the bin the second you clap eyes on the little thing.
What’s your confession?
Peace be with you.