You want to know something?
I never really got motherhood, before I had my baby a month ago. Even when I was pregnant, it was hard to think of ‘us’ as opposed to ‘me’. I had all sorts of ideas of what I would and wouldn’t feel, and where I would fit in the world.
I’m probably stating the obvious here, but being a mum is hard work.
I never for one second thought it would be easy, but it is so much harder than I first thought.
I was so determined to breastfeed, ‘breast is best’ and all that. I wanted my baby to get the best start; breastfeeding has so many benefits for babies. Had visions of me bonding with my daughter while she fed, and loved that very idea of closeness. I tried, and failed miserably. Although she had fed while we were in hospital, she didn’t feed so well when we came home. I didn’t know and thought she was feeding. My midwife came out a few days later and weighed my daughter; she had lost loads of weight, more than expected. I felt like a terrible, terrible mum. My baby had been hungry, and I hadn’t known. I felt so guilty, and had failed her. The midwife tried to give more support with breastfeeding, but my confidence had been knocked and my heart wasn’t in it. I had already failed and let my child down. So what did I do? Straight onto formula and haven’t looked back since.
I wish it had gone better, I wish I had stuck to it and given it another go. The guilt from my little one not feeding was too much, I didn’t trust myself to try it again as I might do it wrong again.
I always assumed I’d get a big rush of love the first time I held my child. I didn’t. I thought maybe it was because I was tired, or a bit sore; the ‘love’ will come after I had a good rest. It didn’t. The only thing I felt was guilt and numbness. Guilty because I didn’t have the ‘love’ and wasn’t successful with the breastfeeding. Numb because none of this was expected, and I didn’t know how else to feel. I felt suddenly overwhelmed with motherhood, and wondered if I would even measure up to other mums. I wondered if my inexperience showed when the midwife, health visitor or any other kind of visitor saw me with my daughter. I felt like there was something very wrong with me, because I didn’t have the ‘love’, and I wasn’t expecting that. My partner seemed to have bonded with our daughter almost immediately, but I hadn’t. And this made absolutely no sense to me, because seeing as I had carried her and then pushed her out; I would have thought I would have had no problem with bonding with my child. Wrong.
I spoke to the midwife who assured me that most women feel like this after childbirth. Apparently, it’s more common than we think; it’s just that nobody talks about it. She mentioned baby blues, and Postnatal Depression, and asked me if she would like me to mention it to the health visitor. She offered to book a counselling session for me, to see if it would help. Suddenly, I didn’t feel such a crappy mum for feeling all this. Big weights off my shoulders, well, some of it anyway.
It’s been 4 weeks since I had my daughter, and so much has changed.
Motherhood is hard work and demanding, the days go fast and I hardly get a moment’s peace. My daughter is growing so fast, it is hard to believe it and take it in. The feelings of love are coming slowly, the bonding has definitely started to happen, and I’m starting to feel a little more confident as a mother. I think a lot of my anxieties were caused by my idea of how a mum should be, and whether or not I would actually measure up to it. I didn’t want to let my midwife down or the health visitor down. I didn’t want anyone to look at me and think “She’s a shit mum.” I’m not afraid to ask for help when I need it, but didn’t want people thinking I couldn’t cope and shouldn’t be a mum.
I wasn’t expecting to feel any of this, and I wish we had been told about this in the antenatal classes.
But I’ve now come to the conclusion I won’t let other people’s expectations of a mother, get in the way of what kind of mother I want to be. I will try not to put any pressure on myself to be or feel a certain way. I’m new at this; it’s a learning curve, and a whole new journey in my life.
I’m a feminist mum; this is a whole new concept to me. I will try and be the kind of mum I want to be, not the kind of mum society tells me I should be. There is a difference, and I will remember this the next time I feel crappy.
Sorry for rambling on, I just wanted to share my experience so far.
May 30, 2009 at 2:57 am
As you say, Annika, this is so common. I didn’t believe in love at first sight, until I watched my partner in the delivery room, holding our daughter in his arms and singing to her. He fell in love with her straight away. It took much longer for me, weeks and weeks, I think because it was an exhausting delivery, and I was a little numb.
We had a reverse experience with our younger daughters. He took much longer to warm up, and I just loved them straight away.
Those first few weeks and months with your first baby can be very hard, for all of you. You are tired, and trying so hard to look after a new baby, and in the middle of a very steep learning curve, and at the same time you end up renegotiating your relationship with your partner, and renegotiating your understanding of yourself. It’s a very tough time. Take all the help you can get!
May 31, 2009 at 5:42 pm
Thank you for reading,Deborah. It is a very tough time and think it has been a bit of a shock for the system.
Since I’ve started talking about it, have been offered alot of support.
May 30, 2009 at 3:56 pm
Thank you for sharing this, it’s very brave. My first is due in two weeks and readng it has served as a warning to me not to get my expectations up too much, so something good has come out of it!
Hope things continue to get better for you.
May 31, 2009 at 5:44 pm
Congrats! I think the last few weeks of my pregnancy dragged, I couldn’t wait to get my daughter out, lol. Hope this has helped you in some way?
Good luck for the birth!
May 30, 2009 at 9:50 pm
I think that writing this sort of post is exactly what’s needed to help other expectant parents. Becoming a parent is hard–you expect so much of yourself and society expects so much of you (and is deeply unforgiving when you “fail”)–and no matter how prepared you think you are you can be knocked sideways by that one thing you didn’t expect.
My first baby wouldn’t latch on properly. She sucked on my nipple for hours and hours and hours but got hardly any milk because she wasn’t doing it properly. So then my milk failed to come in, and she was crying and hungry, and on the second night in hospital the midwife told me I’d have to use formula. I began to cry–I’d had no sleep for two nights, and I was determined to breastfeed–and the midwife laughed at me (for which I will never forgive her).
So I mixed fed my daughter, supplementing the meagre supply of breastmilk with formula, and using a nipple shield to help her to latch on (and to slightly ease the excruciating pain).
And the guilt, and the feeling that I’d failed her, made me want to die. She’s thirteen now (very healthy, very tall, very beautiful, so clearly no damage was done!) but I’ll never forget how awful those first few days were.
Oh, and great blog, btw.
May 31, 2009 at 5:49 pm
It was the same with my daughter, she was sucking for hours, so I thought she was feeding. When we came home, my midwife weighed her a few days later. My baby had gone from 6lb 13oz to 5lb 6oz. My midwife gave me 2 days to try and put some weight on her, or my daughter would have had to go back to hospital. I didn’t have any faith in me breastfeeding after that, felt so so guilty.
Your daughter is obviously doing very well!
Thank you for reading
June 1, 2009 at 2:45 pm
Dear Annika
Congrats. It sounds like you are doing well. Childbirth is a big shock. What is this big conspiracy that makes women feel like failures if we (a) resort to pain relief (b) have a caesarean (c) don’t breastfeed (d) don’t slim down to pre-pregnancy weight within weeks (e) don’t fall instantly in love with our baby. My health visitor was charmed and amused to see my ex-husband still dithering over how to change a nappy on a four month old baby. Just imagine how a mother would be treated who hadn’t learned that skill within 24 hours of birth.
I felt totally overwhelmed at the responsibility of looking after this little being and couldn’t feel much of the joy and self-congratulation that relatives could feel. How could you be proud if you haven’t had the perfect birth and have a baby who’s on the perfect centile for everything from day one?
It takes a while for the penny drop for most new mothers but I worked out eventually that there are two sorts of mothers: the “perfect” ones and the honest ones and it is healthy to hang out only with the honest ones.
Being a mother is such an amazingly powerful thing to be able to be, no wonder society does its best to disempower us. The thought of strong, powerful, capable mothers is too scarey.
June 1, 2009 at 11:33 pm
“Being a mother is such an amazingly powerful thing to be able to be, no wonder society does its best to disempower us. The thought of strong, powerful, capable mothers is too scarey.”
I love that. Thank you
June 1, 2009 at 5:17 pm
“My health visitor was charmed and amused to see my ex-husband still dithering over how to change a nappy on a four month old baby. Just imagine how a mother would be treated who hadn’t learned that skill within 24 hours of birth.”
Oh yes, that. Exactly that. And Annika you know where I am if you need me. XXXX
June 1, 2009 at 11:34 pm
Thanks Ruth xxx