My First Mothers Day
Written by Lucy Felton
Newbie mum and fashion journalist Lucy Felton knows a thing or two about nappy changes and sleepless nights. To mark her first Mother’s Day, here the founder of lifestyle blog The Lucy Edit spills an honest account of life with a newborn.
Sound the klaxon, I’ve made it to Mother’s Day! My first, as it happens. When I gave birth five weeks ago boy, oh boy was I oblivious to how dramatically my world was about to be turned upside down. My son Hector crash landed two weeks ahead of his due date on 5th February 2017. No amount of baby research, nursery nesting, nor shopping trips to the kid’s departments (however big the haul) could have ever prepared me for the lightning bolt shock to the system that struck when we brought him home from hospital.
Sound familiar? To all the other new mammas out there adjusting to the colossal shift that is motherhood, you’re not alone. Navigating nine months of pregnancy – morning sickness, stretchmarks and insomnia being just a handful of the challenges conquered – gave me plenty of time to get into the swing of things. Then, just when I had my head wrapped around childbirth and (sort of) had a handle on styling my gigantic bump - boom - baby was in my arms and nothing would ever be the same again.
When the hormones are rushing and you feel like you’re losing your mind, take a step back, breathe and celebrate the fact you’ve just brought a mini human into the world. No one ever said the early days would be easy, right? They don’t call it the fourth trimester for nothing, and even though you’re no longer carrying baby inside of you, the first three months with a newborn are just as big of a deal as the three trimesters of pregnancy. My new mantra is ‘take each day one at a time.’ The short term plan is to survive, so in the long run I can thrive. I’m taking it slow and by no means striving to be crowned mum-of-the-year, but if I can be awarded loving, happy and relaxed mum-tags then that’ll do just fine thank you. It starts with recognising that every small task is a victory and by cutting yourself some serious mum-slack. Managed to make a cuppa (one handed) and actually drink it while it’s still hot? Go you!
Made it through your first week of breastfeeding? Put it there, mamma! Ditto your debut out-of-the-house nappy change, solo pram collapse, car trips and bath time – all milestones worthy of a gold medal in my book. Point is, forget about the pre-baby days when you’d multitask and juggle that work deadline, three loads of washing, the big shop, a hair appointment and gym session all before midday on a Saturday, now you’re on newborn time and that’s a whole different kettle of fish. At 4am when baby decides it’s Witching Hour remind yourself that being a mum is the best thing you’ll do in your lifetime and quite frankly, the most amazing, precious gift you’ll ever receive for free. Not even the rarest of diamonds or swankiest set of wheels can compare to the thrill of your little bundle. Totally dependent on you for love, cuddles, and hundreds of burping back pats in-between, there really is no better feeling.
This year, whether it’s your first, third or thirtieth Mother’s Day, forget the lavish afternoon tea, bypass the showy supper and dodge spending a small fortune on a minibreak away because the real way to make Mother’s Day count is to slow down, switch off and lap up the little things. That pile of laundry, list of chores and gazillionth email clogging your inbox can wait.
What's important is to take a big step back and focus on what really matters - lots of bubba bonding, prioritising your wellbeing and making those first memories as a family. Let the other things slide. These early days when they're teeny tiny really flies, so soak up every second before they’re old enough to find holding your hand embarrassing. And to all the other parents out there - you’re awesome!
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