Persephone: Parent

A fine WordPress.com site

Wishing Away Elvis’ Life

on June 11, 2014

I just saw a post in a facebook group that essentially told all mums to calm down and relax with their babies, to stop wishing away their baby years ans trying to fast forward things.

Oh. My. God.

I hate people that say this. I guess probably just as much as I hate people who strongly declare for the other side, too.

I hated the newborn phase. I wish in some ways that I could go back and relive those three months with faith of the outcome. However, I did have people telling me it would get better, I did have people telling me to relax and enjoy it, I did have people telling me to stop wishing away Elvis’ first year.

But I also known that if I did go back, if I could rewind time but retain my knowledge, it probably would make very little difference.

Yes, I wished away those three months.  I only truly started loving my new life, being a mum and everything that comes with it at about 5 months old. I needed to wish away those 3 months, I needed to get over them because I needed to and to read a facebooker telling mums to, what? Just get over it?

I overheard some mums telling a new mummy that they, with almost 1 year olds, missed that newborn baby phase and that mum would do, too. I still don’t miss that phase. I honestly don’t think I will. They would, apparently, freeze their child as a newborn.

Me? I would not freeze any age.  I would video Elvis from 5 months and replay it in my mind. Everytime that he figures out how to do something, I burst with pride.  When he first leant on his playbox and stood up unaided, I almost cried.

I cannot remember much of his first three months, but do I regret it? No. I coped the way I saw best, as many mums do, so stop telling me I’ve wished away and wasted his first year. What’s even worse is when a family member tells me that! I guess because they’re not generically saying it. Nope, they are directly telling me to stop wishing my baby’s life away. IT WAS HOW I COPED! I, me, not you, dearest relative, I am not you and everytime you tell me that, or give your view on how you parented it simply makes me feel like the worst mum ever.

Sod off!

~ P

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Baby in the Sunshine

British baby living in Dubai

Dallas Decoder

Between the Lines and Behind the Scenes of "Dallas"

ColleysWobbles

Riding the wave that is life...wobbles and all

Snot On My Jumper

...and other tales of parenthood

Scarlett and Me

Fashion and beauty for mums and their babes by Faye Jacobs

Dear Mummy Blog

The travellings of Baby Isabella

Can I Breastfeed In It?

Can I Breastfeed In It?

Motherhood - made up by me

My journey of motherhood of my daughter and how I make it all up as I go along

A new thing a day keeps the boredom away

My challenge for 2015: try something new every day for a whole year.

%d bloggers like this: