TW - baby loss
My DC was an insanely difficult baby and toddler.
I got through it without ever feeling it reflected badly on me or my parenting, for three reasons:
- I’d been a famously difficult baby - I’m nearly 50 now and my whole family still talks all the time about what a nightmare baby I was - and I turned out fine. I was also the world’s most quiet and compliant child and teenager (if a bit morose at times).
- My mother went on to have a very easy second baby, having done nothing differently. He turned out fine, too. Eventually. (His teenage years were WILD)
- I’d had a previous mothering experience that showed me just how much of life is down to chance.
My first baby died during labour, due to an umbilical cord accident. I was stunned by how many people kept looking for reasons it had happened that were to do with my having done something wrong. Because there’s such a pervasive fantasy that if you do all the right things, everything will be easy and OK.
When my second was born I was just so relieved and delighted that he’d survived. I didn’t compare my early motherhood experience to other people’s, as I already felt like I was living in an alternate maternity universe & had zero expectations.
I did look at other people with their easy babies, smugly assuming they were doing everything right, and while I’d never begrudge them their confidence, I did think ‘you have no idea how much of all of this, and all of everything, is beyond our control’
And so while I was exhausted and often frustrated and wanted to puke with tiredness, I never once felt like a shit mum - because I knew that I was doing my best, and being attuned and responsive.
And I knew it was ridiculous to be expected to savour every moment of colicky screaming and sleep deprivation, and it didn’t mean I was a bad person that I sometimes needed a break or missed my old life and freedom.
Like when I lost my first baby, people were keen to find reasons why my second baby’s non-sleepingness was my fault - one sleep trainer told me my baby was traumatised from having developed in my ‘haunted womb’! Quite what I was meant to do about that I don’t know.
There’s so much guff out there that assumes babies aren’t separate people in their own right, but perfect reflections of their mothers’ goodness and purity and conscientiousness.
It’s bollocks!
My advice - if there are any particular people making you feel shit about your parenting or your baby, or offering you endless advice you know won’t work for you, just ditch them.
They don’t get it, they’re very invested in not getting it, they will never be helpful or reassuring people to speak to about any of this. It will just piss you off and leave you feeling defensive and sad and alienated, and you need to protect your energy.
On that note, steer clear of the highly anxious new parents as well, as they will want to pull you into their vortex of fear. You don’t need that either.
You'll get through this! It’s not always fun or fulfilling - just like anything else in life!
When people want you to savour every moment, it’s just their own nostalgia and/or weird regret. It’s all to do with them and their stuff. Just ignore it.
Hang in there, and don’t let the bastards get you down. ❤️