Hi All,
I would really like to thank in advance anyone who is reading this and anyone who is kind enough to take the time to comment. xxx
Anonymous threads are so bloody brilliant/ essential for this sort of thing! I badly need some perspective, please. And for someone to connect me with some positive aspects re: motherhood.
I always thought I would have a family. In my little fantasy mummydom I’d have one of each and I’d be fantastic at my new role. (obviously!) oh the naivety!! ;) . I know deep down that it’s what I want. I’m happily married, my husband would like a family. It’s all good. But - we are not trying and this is why -
The issue is we are the last of our large group of friends/family to attempt to procreate. And I’ve been surround by other people’s children for 5+ years. And frankly the shine has well and truly worn off. And now I’m terrified. To be supportive to friends and family I’ve/we have done more than our fair share of baby sitting including taking nephews and nieces for entire weekends etc. I’ve cared for and looked after said little ones to the best of my ability. It’s hard, boring, utterly tedious. I’ve listened to tens of mums’ (completely understandable!) moans, gripes, frustrations and seen first hand the hurricanes their children produce!! I’ve heard about nightmare birthing stories, unkind/spiteful mummy comments, and in some cases aresh0le/selfish husbands, who were fantastic fun and lovely pre baby but now refuse to help, change or share a single night feed etc etc! can’t say it out loud because frankly it would be btchy beyond belief but their lives look pretty grim. The toddler running around with food, the greasy smears, the refusal to eat, the food waste!, the mess, the witching hour, the endless activity, the crappy trips to soft play or other awful hole in the wall destinations, the mummy tea time drinking just to take the edge off - actually I’m up for that bit!! ;) - but the relentless noise, the damage to soft furnishings, the endless cleaning, the screaming the poos, the backshts, the frontsh*ts!, the endless discipline falling on deaf ears as they attempt to mould their little humans into a respectable members of society. I have absolute respect for what they do and they are all trying to the best of their ability to be good parents.
But I’m left feeling shell shocked. And a bit deflated to be honest. And I cannot kid myself that it will be different for me. I’m not that arrogant. I’m not going to be any better at it than they are.
Does anyone go into this kid producing trade once their eyes have been absolutely opened! It looks like hell. Sorry. That’s rude. But, I have to be honest, if try and imagine how I might fare - if I factor in feeling emotional, miserable about my post pregnancy (wobbly!) baby, and add sleep deprivation, plus the absolute fear that I am responsible for these humans and I cannot give them back, I just don’t feel I’m up to it. I feel like I’ve been brutalised to life with kids and it makes me desperately sad. I’d really like someone to tell me something positive connected with motherhood. I appreciate its very fashionable now to talk about the ‘grim reality, and not loving very minute of motherhood etc’ and the funny bad bits, but I really need some good stuff, please!
I would really like a family. But not how I’ve seen it. I feel very lost. And I cannot exactly share this concept with friends and family all of whom are asking when’s it ‘our turn’...any help or thoughts would be so kind.
Thank you. Bless you xxxx