Nothing is ever the same after you’ve had a baby…
Nothing is ever the same after you’ve had a baby. I’m not talking just physically (conversation for another day ladies?) but everything is different. The first 6 months whizz by in a whirlwind and suddenly, through the haze, you realise – Wow, I’ve got to try and form this madness into some kind of normality. I’ve got to go back to work soon. But, how? And how can I possibly leave my baby with anyone else?
Your full time mummy job is all consuming. When will you ever find the time for work? Work / Life balance was hard enough before, but now, well it’s a whole new world. A world where commuting over four hours a day would mean not seeing your baby in the morning or the evening. Well that rules that one out then. So it’s time for a new plan.
New Year, New Mum, New Blog
In my efforts to try and get myself work ready again I thought writing this blog would be a good start. After all, I’ve got to find my brain again. I left it somewhere between 8 months pregnant and 2015. I’ve got to try and lose the baby brain – where every single thought I have or action I take in 24 hours is all about the baby, and sometimes sheer survival. I’ve got to find my own voice again.
I actually used to have (still do, but bear with me) a big guffawing laugh. I only realised that I hadn’t actually laughed like that in the last 6 months when I found something funny the other day, and there it was, MWA HA HA HA HA. I terrified my daughter! She didn’t know what she was hearing. The look on her face was priceless. A mixture of a rabbit in the headlights and seeing a ghost!
My daughter is scared of my laugh.
And then it hit me. Oh my God, I’m back! It must be a sign. I think I may have just reached the point where I can transform from pure mummy zombie to a person again.
I don’t doubt that I will still try and put the milk back in the drinks cupboard and reach to the fridge for a pint glass. Or like this morning, will open the oven door to get the cereal out… all of these things my over-tired brain gets confused about. However I think I might be ready to have a few thoughts of my own.
So here I go – brain armed with my new mummy toolbox, (which sits prominently on the imaginary shelf next to my self-help books and recipe cards), I’ve set myself a mission to find my voice again and share my journey with you. To get back to being Lucy, albeit a slightly changed Lucy. After all, nothing is ever the same after you’ve had a baby.