After years of infertility, failed IVF, losses and so on I finally had my only child at 45. Having a child of my own had become everything to me while I struggled with infertility and I dreamed of the day I’d become a mother. The first year ther were difficulties with breast feeding, healing from my section, sleep etc but zi was so happy to finally be a mum and I really threw myself into it. I did struggle with how my body changed, I stopped colouring my hair during my pregnancy and was shocked to discover I was almost completely grey. Then after the birth my hair thinned a lot. However I managed that by gettIng a shorter cut and going blonde. Breastfeeding and lots of walking helped me lose weight and get my body to a more regular shape and after a year I felt ok about myself I’d lost a lot of weight and was actually thinner than before the pregnancy. At that point the future seemed really rosy.
I was also hoping that I might fall pregnant with a second child and we kept trying for another two years. Looking back I can see that I went from pregnancy and breastfeeding to being menopausal quite quickly but I stuck my head in the sand for a long time over that. Things might have been better for me if I’d sought help like hrt sooner.
Obviously when they are small it can be tough I was also working full time after a year’s maternity. At that time we were still living in our city flat where we had been for 12 years. It was in a lovely cool neighbourhood and we had hoped to buy a house close by but by the time we started looking still with an eye to another child we realised that we couldn’t afford to buy in that area and in’s started looking further and further out. We did everything buy in a much cheaper area and as a result I pretty much lost my whole cohort of mum friends. Where I had been living older mums were the norm but in my new area I was at 49 decades older than most of the other mums. People were nice but friendship groups were already established and I just didn’t fit in. I did and do still have older friends from university but no local friends the old ones from my old area are just Facebook friends these days.
I think the isolation I felt along with the lockdown that came in 2020 I began to feel quite depressed I also felt like I wasn’t really feeling that maternal anymore. My husband of 20 years who had been the driving force behind wanting children at least initially, who had old me repeatedly that having kids was all he wanted, that it was the one thing that would make him happy and who had at first been a very involved father started to withdraw, saying he felt unfulfilled, that he needed to find himself, to be more than a parent and a wage slave, I wanted to scream “How do you think I feel”!!!
He was and is a good dad but it was obvious that parenthood hadn’t magically made him happy or brought everything else in his life into focus as he used to always say it would. I always was and am grateful for my child and they are very much loved but I do struggle with what I’ve lost. I aged very rapidly after the birth, my initial weight loss just seemed to keep on going and it turned out I was losing muscle mass and bone due to my hormones falling off a cliff. My face became really hollow and I went from always looking younger than my age to looking much older. I also developed sagging skin, wrinkles and pigmentation that nothing seems to shift. I look like my daughter’s grandmother and I suppose I could be. I didn’t go on hrt until late last year finally admitting that I was at that stage but I think much of the damage has been done. A same age friend of mine went on hrt at 43 as soon as she had perimenopause symptoms and looks 35. I don’t remember this but she says she told me about it at the time but I wasn’t interested as I was still trying to have a baby and words like menopause were taboo to me. I do wonder if I’d not have aged so badly, have had more energy, better mood if I had started on hrt earlier? I feel quite envious of women my age who haven’t become decrepit overnight like me.
I’m still with my husband but we aren’t intimate anymore, I no longer feel sexy, I have no interest and between work and childcare we both just try to carve out a little time for ourselves, we’re still a family though. We’ve both had bereavements over the past few years and suddenly life feels very finite and my initial optimism is no longer there. I still have so many things I want to do but no energy for them and I’ll be in my 60s by the time my child hits even young adulthood and I am already running on empty, the exhaustion is unreal.
I think my daughter is beginning to notice that I’m different from the other mums and she always tells me that so and so’s mum is only 28 or that her friends mum is “so pretty”. I know she doesn’t mean to hurt me but I just feel shit for being old. I can’t do social media these days as it also just makes me feel bad. I love my daughter but just seem to feel bad all the time these days but I can’t wave a magic wand and be 32 again.
I wouldn’t go back and change it but I do think I was unreasonable or at least naive to have a child so close to menopause. It’s not something I’d be recommending to my own daughter.