Hello and welcome back to New Mum Stories. This week’s installment is from Jo over at Fifty-Something Fruit Cake Jo’s story is from her memories of being a new mum to her son over 28 years ago.
Over to you Jo….
Remembering being a new mum
I always knew I wanted to be a mum one day. Something in my DNA told me that I should be a mum and that was all there was to it. After 6 years of marriage I found out that my dream was to come true and my first baby was on the way. A trouble free pregnancy and birth followed and apart from a few stitches and a day of bed rest after I fainted in the hospital toilet all was straightforward.
That is until I took my son home. Why had no-one warned me how scary it was looking after a newborn? While I was in hospital all was serene. I fed him, changed him and napped on my bed while he slept. I waddled into the dining room for breakfast, lunch and dinner and chatted to the other new mums as we wandered around in our PJs. We were a happy bunch and had a ball teasing the contraceptive nurse when she suggested we would ever want to have sex again. I loved being a mum and thought I was a natural at it. Did I come down to earth with a bump when I left the cocoon of the maternity ward.