Welcome back to another installment of New Mum Stories. This week’s story is from a lovely lady called Helen. Helen contacted me asking if she could write a piece for my blog sharing her story with you all. Her new mum story is rather different from most due to her daughter having additional needs from complications as a newborn.
Over to you Helen
I have to lay my cards on the table from the outset: I’m a pessimist. I always have been. A glass half empty kind of girl. However, when I was approaching motherhood I was torn between my natural instinct to expect the negative and the regular daydreams of cradling and singing to a fuzzy headed newborn, walking hand in hand with a cherub faced toddler with ice cream running down their chubby fingers or hearing about the exploits of the school day with a little one talking at 100mph.
Hello, and welcome to this week’s New Mum Stories from the fabulous Cécile over at The Frenchie Mummy. Cécile shares her feelings with us over her Baba’s operation to repair his faulty heart.
Over to you Cécile
I am not in the right set of mind today. I think it’s pretty obvious with the title of this post really…Frenchie Mummy doesn’t feel like being funny aujourd’hui. She has a lot on her mind and all those horrible ideas are not going anywhere. It’s a shame, vraiment. The day is gorgeous. I could have been out with Baba. But I don’t feel like it.
Tomorrow it the BIG DAY. Le grand jour when it will all happen. As I explained before, Baba has a congenital heart defect called a VSD. He needs surgery to repair his faulty organ. We have been to the hospital yesterday for the pre-op arrangements. It’s been an exhausting and tiring day.
I am already in such a state… And it was only the pre-arrangements before the big day! We haven’t been through anything yet. I am dreading tomorrow. I don’t know how I will cope and if I will be strong enough.
We went to St Thomas’ Hospital at 10am and didn’t leave before 5pm. It was full of emotions. I know my baby is in good hands and the best cardiologists are taking care of him. But it was so depressing to be there and to go through everything: scan, IRM, ECG, blood test…
Hello and welcome back to another instalment of New Mum Stories. This week I’m featuring Ashleigh from 3 Girls Mummy. Who tells us about her very quick birth of her younger Irish twin.
Over to you Ashleigh
I had my youngest of 3 girls just over 7 weeks ago so I have many stories I could tell throughout the years but I’ll not forget the day after I had my youngest.
Smallest (R) was born 13th July 2016. I went into hospital at 8.30am and she was here by 9.50am! Middle (L) was born 14th July 2015. This makes them Irish Twins. There’s one day less than a year between them.
This week’s New Mum Stories is from Charlotte over at The Little Glitter box.
Charlotte tells us about the circumstances surrounding the births of her 3 lovely children. What a brave lady Charlotte is, I’m in awe of you.
Over To You Charlotte
The first words I hear in the Morning are Mum from 3 little but very different voices. This starts from as early as 5.30 am and this continues…all day long.
My life as mum started on the 21st of June 2009 when I had my daughter Gracie. She wasn’t exactly planned but I knew I could never lose her. My pregnancy was great apart from suffering from Sciatica in the second trimester. She was born on Fathers day, 4 days early, via an emergency C-Section. She had become distressed and the Doctors realised she was really tiny. She weighed 4 lb 12 oz at 39 weeks, this wasn’t right. I was informed by the surgeon that my placenta had stopped working, around 6 weeks before, no one had any idea why.
Thankfully she was absolutely perfect.
Hello, and welcome back to the next installment of New Mum Stories. This week’s story is from Emma at me and b make tea.
Emma’s story has made me laugh, but I can understand how you felt at the time and it’s not a laughing matter when you are a new mum! I agree – now I don’t give too hoots what people think!
Over to you Emma
No one can prepare you for parenthood. I know it is a complete cliché and to be honest I was sick of people telling me this when I was pregnant. But it is true! It really is haha. Becoming a mum was the single biggest shock to my system. Gone was my independence, gone was a good night’s sleep and gone were those lazy pub lunches on a Sunday afternoon. Well, they aren’t gone gone, they are just different. And not always different in a good way different if you know what I mean. Here I share one of my most memorable new mum moments – it makes me laugh when I look back on that day 🙂
This weeks New Mum Stories guest poster is Bridie from Bridie By The Sea. Bridie tells us about how becoming a mum has changed her.
Over to you Bridie
When my little girl was five weeks old, I was struck by a defining moment in my life as as Mum. It was almost as if something was tapping me on the shoulder, urging me to take notice. I had a chance cup of tea alone with my sister-in-law and she asked the best questions I had been asked since the birth.
What’s it like now not working? Do you miss living in London? Did you know what to do straight away?
As she asked me these questions, genuinely wanting to know, I realised how rare this was. And then it hit me. For 5 weeks everyone had been asking the same things: Have you recovered yet? How’s her sleep? Above all, I realised that these ponderings hadn’t even entered my mind. And as we had a chat about it, I sighed with relief that someone actually cared how I was feeling. Someone actually acknowledged me before telling me how beautiful my baby was.