So now I have him, what do I do?

You have it all planned. The feeding, changes and cuddles. Is that it? What do I do when he starts moving?

After the huge initial shock into motherhood I started to get into the swing of things. You make your own little routine with your partner and baby that works well for you. Then all the anxiety came over with the fact I should really be doing things to help his development. Because I led him in his Moses basket near the tv for the first few weeks have I damaged him? Surely not! I did a little research and didn’t overwhelm myself so here’s a few things I did to keep my little Elwood entertained.

A cheap little black and white book. Whilst sat on the toilet having a break I read the book ‘Your baby week by week’ – which I may add is great but also very structured at the same time. It said that at his little tiny state he could see black and white and would love monochrome patterns. So straight away I went to Amazon. There were loads on it! Flash cards, banners, play mats and books. I chose a little fabric book. When it came I didn’t really know what to do with it. I showed it him and he glared and I though ‘Is this actually doing anything?’ I felt awkward doing it, getting nothing back from him. I kept going anyway and as the weeks went on he started reaching out and crunching the pages with his hands. He still at the age of 1 picks it up now and flirts with himself in the little mirror. So I guess it was a good little cheap investment.

Play mat. As he started to be more aware of the world, I needed to actually start moving off the sofa, and do things for myself instead of having a baby attached to me. My mum ordered Elwood a little play mat and it become my best friend. At first he laid there, shouting and crying. But as his vision got clearer and he could control his hands more he loved grabbing the little panda and playing. Before he started rolling I would pop it on the kitchen table and lay him down on it so I could do some dishes or cleaning whilst he was entertained (when I was feeling motivated enough to do so). When he turned 5 month old he grew out of it, I would find him laying the opposite way round or that he had pulled all the toys off. I invested in a bigger one. Again kept him entertained for a few months before he could pull everything off and had a 2 second attention span. He could also pull himself up on it when he sat up and just got annoyed about the dangly things in front of his face.

This was Elwoods gymnastics when he grew out of his first play mat.

Jumperoo, now this is a bit of a controversial one. There’s lots of dos and donts when it comes to these to do with the development of their feet and hips. Elwood got his when he was about 6 month old, he was sitting and had great head control (oddly he had this at about 4 weeks old. Lockdown babies aye). They are huge, they are ugly. And at the moment it blocks my full view of the tv but, it keeps him entertained – well kept. Elwood is still tiny so only in the last month has started to fully touch the floor with it. We pop one of them water play mats underneath his feet for more of a sensory play. He is obsessed with the giraffe on there and manages to pull it off every time. Now it’s just a quick place to pop him when I want to hoover or quickly do something. I think he’s grown out of it now and will probably sell it soon but we have had some funny times with him in it.

The ugly monstrosity of a Jumperoo that we have.

Books I love books, and I want Elwood to be one of them kids that get excited about a new book coming out. When he was smaller it was easier to sit him down and read to him. Whether he took notice or not I loved to do it. As he’s got bigger I cannot keep him still to do so. Unless it’s a touchy feely book which I am not allowed to touch it only he is. He loves the ‘that’s not my’ books! We have a huge collection as I cannot help myself, nor can auntie Gemma when it comes to buying Childrens books.

Instruments. Me and Jake are quite musical, we both play guitar and I play other instruments and sing too. Music is a huge part of our lives and Elwood loves it too. When he was little we would give him bells to shake. My mum has a music corner for him with lots of instruments to bang. I have this bag of wooden instruments to bang and shake, a recorder and he loves it. Though when I play the recorder he politely takes it off me and hides it. He’s started to get his groove and dances to music on the TV. During his first sleep regression the only way to get him to sleep was to play ‘Is this love’ by Bob Marley. I’m hoping to get a ukulele soon to learn and teach. My goals is to have a piano we can sit and play.

Toys. Now when I was pregnant I was always the one to say I did not want plastic noisy toys in the house. Now my living room is full of them. Anything to keep him entertained and let me drink a warm cuppa. Elwood doesn’t like to play much on his own. Sometimes he does but mostly will want one of us to sit on the floor with him. No matter how many light up fancy toys we do get, he will always go to his little wooden disks and plastic cups. He loves them. Stacks them and will sit banging them for ages. His new favourite thing to do is to hide his toys. It’s super annoying as I still can’t find one of his Toomie eggs and me and Jake spend our evening pulling the TV forward to fish little balls and blocks from the back. He also hides them in between books on his toy trunk.

Current view of his toys. His plastic giraffe he plays with quite a bit at the moment. The box of books that we find balls hidden in. Lots of wooden blocks everywhere.

Tv. Again controversial and again I said whilst pregnant that he wouldn’t be watching lots of TV. He doesn’t watch it much but he loves these YouTube videos with dancing veggies and also Miss Rachel. They allow me to shower, get dressed and have some time to myself to meditate etc. I pop it on on the tablet in his bedroom whilst he’s in his cot with toys and he will sit happily for half an hour. We have CBeebies on in the background sometimes. He only likes the music intros. The only programme he will sit and watch is ‘in the night garden’ which is part of our event b wind down routine. At the end of the day I don’t think there is a right amount of TV to show your children. It’s what works for you. And if it allows you to have that extra 5 minutes head space to yourself or a hot coffee then do it.

Going from little newborn to a baby who wanted entertaining was so hard. Finding myself trapped by not being able to leave him and not letting the house look like a pig sty. I really did not know how to play with a baby and I thought I must be boring him! I’ve learned that it is the simple things he loves and also simply spending time with me. Not looking at my phone not stressing about silly little things. I’ve made it my goal this year to sit and play with him, have fun because he isn’t going to be little for long.

Finding myself in my first year of being a mum.

Everyone says that becoming a parent is life changing. Well I did not expect it to change my life like this.

Looking down at my squishy little ginger baby I did not think I could fall any more in love with a human. I was petrified I would not feel that instant love feeling, but I did. The first 2 months were the hardest. People say newborns are the easiest part but I found the transition of sleepy quarter-aged still semi teenager adult to mother the hardest thing I have ever gone through.

Exhausted from a long latent phase OP* labour, sepsis and C Section, I was oddly wide awake for the first few days of Elwoods life. Luckily I got a side room but the ins and outs of midwives and paediatricians, along with a cluster feeding tongue tied hungry baba I only managed 2 hours of sleep a day. That was when Jake was allowed to visit and I tried to sleep through the crying of watching the love of my life with the new love of my life. The lack of sleep shocked me, when we brought Elwood home it was manic. Through anxiety when I could sleep I didn’t, and when I wanted to sleep I couldn’t. This child was having me. I thought he was against me and hated me by not wanting me to sleep. However, now I know it is totally opposite and he is utterly obsessed with me.

I felt like a completely different person. Bubbly, semi care free Grace went into that labour ward and Anxious, sleep deprived ‘mum’ came out. Who was Grace? Some nights I would lay awake and think back to pre baby life. It was good. I wasn’t the sort of person to be out socialising and drinking but I enjoyed my own time. My freedom to sleep when I wanted. To shower or bath when I desired. I would get anxious and regret not doing more with my pre baby life and think back and obsess over it. I was so happy to be Elwoods mum but I missed Grace.

I did get over that, out with the old life obsession. Especially when I could get out by myself, I loved taking him out and showing him off to the world. Even if it was all behind masks and hand sanitiser. There’s this lovely lady in home bargains we used to talk to (I went in a lot) she knew me from being pregnant so was lovely to be served by here again when I had Elwood. She said ‘oh she is beautiful what’s her name?’ To which I replied it’s Elwood! Or woody for short. I have never seen such an odd smile and reply which was ‘hmm interesting’

Breastfeeding was my godsend. Due to a crappy birth and trauma surrounding that I was glad it went right. There has been some hurdles such as slow weight gain, tongue tie, bleeding nips and cows milk allergy. We overcome them though and it’s a huge learning curve. In the early weeks I would obsess over this app that timed the feeds, when I didn’t have my phone and needed to feed I would panic about timing them. As soon as I gave up the app around 10 weeks I loosened up a little. My body and Elwood told me when he needed milk. I tried to pump to build up a stock for when I wanted a night away but that stressed me out. I would sometimes literally pump dust – I knew this was no reflection of my supply. My tatties just didn’t like the artificialness of obtaining milk that way.

With Elwoods cows milk allergy I had a couple of months where I felt trapped. Really got the memo where I was a parent and this person is stuck on me for the rest of my life. The dairy free formula is vile, it stinks. I wouldn’t put it in my body and Elwood would not put it in his. With only a very small frozen milk supply I worried about how I would have a life? He wouldn’t drink the express milk out of a bottle anyway. Finally after good weight gain the dietician approved of him trying normal soy milk alongside my breastmilk so I could have a break from time to time. He loves it and took to it well. Still nearly 13 month on we are breastfeeding with the odd bottle when I’ve been away from him. I am so proud of our journey, the trapped feeling was totally worth it. It is normal to feel trapped by a tiny human but it does pass.

During all this time I was having a huge career crisis. I love midwifery, I am passionate about reproductive health, families and everything surrounding it. However, the thought of going back gave me panic attacks. I’ve fallen out of love with the job of being a midwife. I came to the conclusion if I was getting that stressed about being back at work what am I going to be like when I am back at work? Plus with my ongoing birth trauma feelings I wasn’t sure I could be a good advocate for those going through the same. I don’t want Elwood to see his mummy hating work and hating her job. I probably will go back to midwifery, or keep doing something along the lines of it but not just yet. I truly then started to have a quarter life crisis, if I wasn’t Grace anymore, or a midwife then who am I? Joking I said I’ll be the next non cleaning mrs Hinch. I’ll become insta famous and all my problems will be fixed. Financially going back to work full time would me lots and lots of childcare fees. Plus I simply don’t want to be away from Elwood. So what would I do?

The midwife I miss being. I was busy, stressed but had a lot of job satisfaction. This way of working would probably not work for me now but to me, this was midwifery. This is how I loved it.

When Elwood was 9 weeks old we started swimming lessons. We loved them, the closeness the singing plus the sleepy baby afterwards always gave me a good 2 hour nap. When a job opportunity popped up to train to be a teacher I said to Jake that I right fancied it. He encouraged me to email and ask. If I wanted to do it we could make it work. After lots of hurdles and things I thought would have put a stop to it all didn’t. I’m nearly qualified and ready to teach. Just some co teaching and an assessment left! I love it. You can’t be moody in the water. You don’t have social media or outside world getting in. The hours work perfectly for me and I will be able to find something to do alongside it too – not sure what it is yet but a psychic told me I will thrive in my own business that’s creative (if anyone has any ideas please message me).

First day in the pool in my new uniform.

It’s really weird the first year of your babies life. You go through so much in this small amount of time. Now he’s 1 and he’s looking more like a little boy than a baby and I miss baby him so so much but cannot wait to see his little personality shine more as he gets older. He actually amazes me every single day with new skills and noises. I was worried around the 9 month mark as he was silent, didn’t really laugh out loud, didn’t babble much at all. He was crawling but I felt he was super quiet. The health visitor was no help at his 10 month check, over a rubbish quality video chat she said by 10 months he should be saying 3 words in context. That she thought he may be deaf and to refer us to get his ears checked – 3 month on this appointment still isn’t through and a few weeks before he was 1 he started chatting away. Of course ‘dada’ was his first word. Followed by Olly (the dog) and doggy (the same dog). It wouldn’t be mama would it, the person who has sacrificed her skin, body and boobs for you.

So right now I’m typing this on my phone at 10:18pm with a sleepy baby on my lap. I literally got the urge whilst feeding to type this. I suppose that’s how writing like this works. We have had a weird couple of weeks of illness, me being away and then more illness. I have felt guilt like no other (which has been totally new with being a mum). Looking at his little sweaty head on my lap I couldn’t think of anything better. I love every single part of his tiny human body – even though he woke me up every hour last night and got poop all up his leg today. Again, I should be asleep but I’ll probably be up another couple of hours looking at photos and videos of him because that’s the craziness motherhood has driven me too.

Hence the new title of my blog. Learning motherhood. As this is truly what I do every single day is learn learn learn. It has been more brutal than my degree. Every single day is an exam with the outcome being a happy, well fed and hydrated child asleep in their cot if I pass (fingers crossed it will be that tonight).

Thank you for reading my blog! It’s been a long time coming as I haven’t had the oomph to do it in a while! Please like, comment and subscribe! Follow me on Instagram at @learningmotherhood_

Tiny tiny, Big update.

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Last time I wrote a blog was mid 2019. I was overwhelmed by my new job and living with Jake. We are now half way through 2021 and I’m overwhelmed about how much has changed in my life. Here’s a quick list to summarise this…

  • Laparoscopy Nov 2019
  • I moved to a Homebirth team June 2020
  • Covid 19 hit
  • Jake poorly.
  • Jake furloughed and my work got harder.
  • July 2020 Pregnant!!!
  • Nov 2020 left Homebirth team and made to work non clinically.
  • Jake had gallbladder removed.
  • One whole year since last seeing Dad, brother and my other family in Wales.
  • Feb 2021 Little man (Woody) born. World completely changes.

So as you can see a lot has been going on and I’ll go into more details on pregnancy etc in a different blog. Covid 19 made most slow down but it seemed to have out my life on the fast forward. Work seemed insanely busy. We wasn’t allowed into the office so starting from home it was! To be honest it made me less and less motivated. Understandably women needed more support and had more questions PLUS more women deciding Homebirth’s.

My anxiety during this time was through the roof. Trying for a baby and not getting pregnant, obsessing over ovulation tests and then pregnancy tests in the two week wait. Stressing about being too stressed.I was burnt out with work and then trying to make more money in the background selling bodyshop. I wasn’t sleeping, I couldn’t cope with advice and I felt I couldn’t be a good midwife. I could not stomach being on call and dreaded going in to work.

One day, I was stood in a car park crying to a colleague about how stressed I was and how I wanted to leave. Being a midwife wasn’t being a midwife any more. There isn’t enough time or staff to be work safely and give women the time they needed and it was heartbreaking. I was ready to hand in my notice and that night started applying for jobs. She asked me “what do you want to do?l” and within a sob I replied that I just wanted to be a mum. I told my family about not wanting to be a midwife anymore and they were so disappointed, it broke my heart that they were. To see me go through all the troubles of uni and being into my 3rd year of midwifery it seemed reckless to give it all up. I knew they would support me through anything however one if my traits is people pleasing and if I thought anybody would be upset or slightly disappointed I would not do it.
Funnily enough after this emotional outburst a few days later I had two little lines on that test that I waited for. And that colleague I cried to in the car park was the first person I called – again sobbed to her whilst still sat on the toilet. The wise lass Bailey said “remember this feeling Grace” and I always will. I’m so thankful for that.

I was on top of the world for a good few weeks until sickness and anxiety kicked in again. Throwing up on night calls and brain fog made me feel so guilty. Yet because of understaffing I was doing so many a week with some 24hour calls. This is what I was used to from one to one however it is so much different. One to one I had more autonomy. I knew the women and what was coming. I wasn’t petrified of being called into Labour ward. Plus I had autonomy with my time! I made the decision that I should stay where I am however ask to leave the Homebirth team as I could not cope with the on calls. I felt so guilty however stronger than normal. It wasn’t just my self care it was for my unborn bean. Towards the end with the coronavirus statistics getting worse I got a email to say that I should start working non clinical immediately unless I signed a contract to say I was happy putting myself at risk. I talked it through with a few colleagues who had mixed reactions – mostly to look after myself and take advice from the government and from work. Some thought it was stupid and said things like ‘well other clinically at risk staff have signed it’ later I found out that they weren’t pregnant they had clinical issues that put themselves at risk. If that was the case I would sign it too! However the thought of putting my baby at risk killed me and Jake also had a strong influence on it that I should take the advice.

oh the dreaded job I got put onto… the midwife advice line. I didn’t mind it most of the times but it make me question everything and get anxious myself. Finding myself questioning things like I should also be worried about these issues too! Plus most women who call me about issues and just feeling like I want to shout ‘I feel this way too!!!’. What stressed me out the most about this job was allocating work to other midwives on a morning. 1. I still did not know the area well so some poor midwives would be travelling here there and everywhere, 2. I felt bad allocating to people (I would not make a manager) 3. There was never enough staff to cover all of it! So one poor midwife would end up with it all and my guilty pregnant arse would be sat answering the phone, in non covid days I would still be working!

I got through it though, not sure how! I finished at 35 weeks as I had annual leave to take. Luckily I did because he came two weeks later. I am not sure where midwifery is going to take me now, I am confused and a little broken from birth (mentally). I have fallen out of love with midwifery but my passion is starting to rare back up. Whether it is going alone for a while and doing some antenatal classes and relaxations or working bank. Or just not going back at all. Only time will tell.

Being a midwife whilst having my first baby was hard and I will go into it more further in another blog. To end things here is a poem I wrote in the first few weeks of woody being born. It was written out of raw emotion at the time.

Not Just a Midwife

Midwife by job, 

Passion and love. 

Working hard through a pandemic, 

My needs have been shoved. 

Now it’s my time, 

To grow a tiny human.

My first baby!

Well tried for, my soon to be son. 

Do the normal checks, 

Please don’t be quick. 

I may have midwife friends to help. 

But I need your support too. 

Please don’t assume I know, 

Please ask me how I am. 

I may “know it all” 

But inside I’m feeling down. 

Please explain to my partner,

And answer all his questions.

It’s his first baby too! 

Give him some suggestions. 

Please remember to ask consent, 

I am still a patient. 

Just because I have a degree.

It doesn’t mean I agree with it. 

My birth was traumatic, 

Not what I wished for or planned. 

So sorry if I’ve fallen out with midwifery for a bit. 

I need to heal and comprehend. 

Ask me how I’m feeling,

Mental health and physical too. 

I may know how to look after a baby. 

Doesn’t mean I’m prepared mentally. 

Please go through the discharge information.

Even though I know the spiel. 

I am a new mum, I am fresh and in pain. 

Daddy needs to know too. 

Please remember health care professionals,

 can have problems at home.  

No question of domestic violence. 

No worries about mental health. 

Midwife by job,

Passion and love. 

New mum to be, 

Please ask me how I am.

By Grace Talbot.