The New Mum Mess
Its official. I am a new mum mess. As much as I would love to be one of those mums who at least appears to take parenting in their stride, I am not. I am a mess. Here’s why.
1) I am exhausted
Despite Neve being a better sleeper than her elder sister was at this stage, I am pretty much always exhausted. Whenever I attempt to have an early night, it is like some kind of internal sensor goes off inside Neve and she decides to either a) have a poop explosion b) go on a feeding frenzy or c) enter the ‘you shalt not sit down’ phase.
Most nights I am woken repeatedly by a combination of a) toddler nightmares b) a hungry baby or c) a snoring partner.
I haven’t put a pillow over his head yet, but there is still time. Last night came close. Thank god for #nightfeednatter for keeping me sane!
2) The Hair
My god the hair. Second time around, my post partum hair loss is unreal. Every shower is met with streams and streams of strands of brown hair and unless I vacuum daily, we have the panic that sets in when you see a gigantic spider on your carpet. A gigantic spider that turns out to be a giant hair ball. Gross.
What hair I do have left has seen far better days. It is dull and limp with more greys than the novel, yet my maternity budget won’t stretch to a much needed cut and colour.
For now I have to hope that the ombré trend is replaced my a Worzel Gummedge trend… and fast.
3) The Flab
I have gone from pear shaped to plum shaped and still represent a pregnant woman – probably around 3 or 4 months. I hate my post baby body and my confidence is at an all time low.
Not helped by the fact I consumed around two tonnes of quality street over the festive period I am in desperate need of some weight loss.
I am still wearing my Bridget jones style big pants every single day, and can’t see the frenchies making a re-appearance any time soon. Oh and my tummy looks like Neve scratched her way out from the inside.
4) The Recluse
With my first child I went to every baby club going and spent much of my maternity leave eating cakes in John Lewis with NCT friends or sunbathing on a picnic blanket in the park. This time around with a winter baby I am lacking on the ”mum friends’ front and spend most of the days hibernating. I am braving a mother & baby group soon, but roll on the brighter days!
So yes, I am officially a new mum mess. But do you know what? I don’t even care.
All this said I know my girls won’t give two hoots what Mummy looks like, as long as I am here. Erin thinks I’m beautiful no matter what and that’ll do for me!! 🙂
So right now? I’m sat in bed in my dressing gown with a baby asleep on my chest. And that, despite wet worzel hair and my eye bags holding bags, is quite simply the best feeling in the world (just no pictures please!) x
