As I sit and write this firstly I am amazed that my 3 month old is asleep before 11pm at night, I do feel a slight tingle of victory and secondly I am trying to find the right words to sum up how I feel about being a new mummy.
On Sunday 10th March mothers across the country will be celebrated for their awesomeness and damn right hard work. Mothering really isn’t for the faint hearted, I have run businesses, worked managing high profile events and even tried to train for a marathon, but I would say that my journey as a mum has been the toughest and most enjoyable.
I had the strangest pregnancy full of many complications and morning sickness you could not even imagine, if I was the Duchess of Cambridge the papz would have had to set up camp outside the Gynae ward. But it all made it worth it, when on 12th November I welcomed to the world my precious little girl. I still remember her birth (it was such a lie when they tell you that your forget) I still wince and shudder in fear when I think of the contraction pains, but I guess that in itself is a whole different story. (Mr Epidural guy I love you!!!)
I think I am getting distracted, back to the point of this piece. Motherhood has been the best experience I have ever had, not only has my daughter reminded me that there is more to life than chasing wealth or material things. But she also has shown me how to live, every day I wake up wanting to enjoy the beauty of each day. I look at her little face and see every hope and every dream I ever had, yes she is only 3 months old, but watching a baby really does make you realise that life is for loving and living. It’s such a different feeling from staring at my husband’s face in the morning, there are time I could quite happily turn over and go to back to sleep when I see him. The love I feel from motherhood is on a different plain, the type of experience where you just stare for ages into space and feel completely content.
In essence this mother’s day means to me that I am part of something much greater than myself, I have a little human being I am responsible for. It does not mean I don’t want presents, I think I have left my husband enough threatening messages that he won’t forget to buy me a gift. Just for good measure Mr O if you are reading this it is Mother’s day, where is my gift?
I hope you enjoyed my mothering mind dump so to speak? (Guess what she has been asleep for half an hour since I wrote this!!! I am still winning)
Abi x
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