When I was pregnant, I made sure to clear my diary for the first couple of weeks after baby was due. I was very aware that the first few weeks pass in a haze of feeding baby, changing baby and trying to catch a few minutes' sleep wherever possible. The general message from pretty much all directions was "You'll be so busy with baby and so exhausted, it will consume everything. After a couple to a few weeks you might feel up to starting to do a few things again."
This is not how it panned out for me. The reality was that my baby slept most of the time for the first week, and when he wasn't sleeping he was eating. After the initial couple of days of feeling more sore and more weak and wobbly and more exhausted than I could have imagined from the actual birth itself, and after the first relentless night which had to be survived in that state, the quiet of the following week quickly got to me. Once I'd recovered from the worst of the birth process itself and the sleep deprivation hadn't built up again, I didn't always feel like napping in the day even though I was exhausted at night. In the early days there were long spells where my baby was sleeping and I suddenly found myself at a loss.
Because my body was still recovering I wasn't up to doing much physically but my brain wanted to be engaged and doing things. The trouble was, I hadn't been expecting that and somehow couldn't work out how to entertain myself. It was confusing!
Of course, once I realised what the problem was it made complete sense. I know that I thrive on routine and that although I need lots of down time, I start to struggle pretty quickly if I don't have one thing in my day to "do." It's usually best if that thing involves leaving the house. When I don't have a change of scenery or a focus to my day everything becomes a time-passing exercise and my mood and thoughts soon begin to deteriorate. I've done so much work on occupational balance over the past couple of years that I'm really not sure why it was a surprise that the same needs applied from one week to the next even with a baby in tow!
I suppose because having a baby is such a fundamental change to life. My life will literally never be the same as it was before (Neither in a positive or negative way, it is simply a fact that it is intrinsically different now. Although I have to say I think it's the best thing that could possibly have happened to me, but more on that another time!), and I fell into the natural assumption that because the change was so all-encompassing that meant that nothing would be the same. I prepared myself to have no expectations for how things would be, to know there would be challenges and to just take each day as it would come, and learn to build a new normal with my family.
In truth, this is a helpful approach and many things do change, but what I had perhaps overlooked (despite one or two insightful people suggesting it to me!) is that I am still the same person underneath it all. I still need a variety of occupations throughout the day. I still need familiar routines. I still carry many of the same anxieties, thoughts, memories and emotions. This is all OK. It doesn't mean I'm some kind of substandard mother because I'm not completely enclosed in a baby haze. It means I am authentically myself as a parent, which is absolutely the best way I can be for my own wellbeing, for my child to learn how to be and accept himself and therefore promote his wellbeing, and for Mr Peggy to have a less stressed wife and open communication and a good gauge of how I am doing and what I need as well as my being able to meet his needs better because I am doing well.
I know I'm an OK Mum. I know the feeling of contentment and completeness when I cuddle my baby or when he stops crying at the sound of my voice, and I know the rush of love and awe when I catch sight of him after an hour of not seeing him. I am hugely thankful for this, being at an increased risk of perinatal mental health problems due to my history. For a few days I questioned myself because I differed from my expectations and my perception of how parenthood "should" begin, but not all brains are the same, and so I once again adjust my prejudices to accept who and how I am, knowing that listening to myself and honouring what's right for me, as long as it isn't at odds with what's right for my family, is the very best way I can parent.
