It’s been seven months two weeks and three days since I gained the title of Mama. Thirty two weeks and three days of nappy changing. Two hundred and thirty days of breastfeeding and expressing at odd hours and in strange places. Five thousand five hundred and twenty hours of wondering if I’m doing it right. (I could keep going but you get the point) It‘s an experience that has taught me alot about life I assumed I knew already.
There’s been ups and downs, tears (a fair few) laughs, tantrums (mainly me) sleepless nights, hair loss, chapped nipple’s, leaking nipple’s, poop, puke and pee (sometimes all at the same time)
Alot of what we have been brought as a family has been amazing. Some of it has been scary. Some bits have been so dang trying I’m amazed we made it through the night.
But as difficult as all that has been, the hardest part has been other people. When we are in our own world as the three amigos (it’s cheesy I know but who doesn’t love cheese) most of the time our lives are great in the crazy way we’ve come to know it. When other people join in though, life resembles a snowglobe.
I mean I love my family and friends, honestly I do. The problem is though is that so many of them have an opinion on your parenting style and the decisions you make.
EVERYONE has an opinion on parenting, regardless to how many (or few) children they have. EVERYONE knows what’s best for you, for your partner, for your baby, your house, your job, the neighbours cat …
You are the only person living your life though, and only you can decide what works best for you, your life and your family. It’s taken me two hundred and thirty days to work that out.
Love and hugs,