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At a birthday party,
after a dip in the paddling pool |
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Not many recent pics of me... this
was taken by a friend at
a birthday party |
Parents do
strange, irrational things. I remember poking my baby girl to check if she was
still alive when she was sleeping for a long while without making a noise or
stirring in her cot.
I breastfed on a play gym so my daughter would stay asleep for a while
and allow me to do some chores (she was the kind of baby who day napped well on the
breast – or my partner’s chest – but woke up as soon as her back touched the
cot). My partner used to drive around the block or push the pram up and down the street
to make her fall asleep in summer, when the evenings were too bright – we eventually
wised up and bought the blackout blind.
I remember
a nightmare afternoon when Michela had really bad wind and we pushed her pram
around a cemetery as it was deserted and nobody could object to a screaming
baby. I can only imagine how hard it is to care for a colicky baby, we only had
that taster and it makes you feel impotent (there is nothing you can do to make
it go away, you can just cope with mild and a tad ineffectual measures) and stressed (all that crying
kicks those post-birth hormones in action, plus you struggle to stay sane because
you are so tired).
However, the
most difficult thing for me was to let go. I was a career person before I had
my child and I was shocked to find out that when my maternity
leave ended I didn’t want to go back to work. Nearly everyone I knew did, except for mums who were trying for number 2. Aside the cost of childcare (which is
really high compared to countries like France and Italy), there was the issue
of trust plus the desire not to miss on the early years of my only child. I am
not sure if this happens more to older mums, perhaps because we are more
settled financially and realise that there isn’t going to be a number 2.
For me
it was also fear. I read some awful stories about young children being
neglected and abused – there was a huge amount of stories in the papers around
then – and I was worried that something bad would happen to my daughter. I had
also noticed that when I took her to a playground she was a bit of a victim as not
used to shove siblings and compete like other kiddies. She was an easy pushover
and I had to intervene a few times when “vicious” toddlers were hitting, biting
or pushing too hard. Because of her uniqueness (aka no Number 2 on the horizon),
my partner too was extra protective, he didn’t let her climb playground frames until
she was quite “old”. When she was allowed, she struggled for a bit while younger
toddlers sped past her.
In the end Michela
stayed at home with me until she was eligible for the 15 hours. I spent
most of the earlier years volunteering at breastfeeding clinics, doing NCT newsletters
and squeezing some paid work in. The paid work bit
was hard as she wasn’t a good day napper. She slept well at night but dropped
the afternoon nap pretty early on, unless pushed in a pram (which didn’t allow
me to work). I’d go on Mumsnet and there were all these mums doing work while
their babies napped for hours! I was green with envy. But then, were these
babies going through the night like mine? She did from an early age, foiling
the myth that breastfed babies wake up all the time. She was doing four hours
already in the early weeks and it soon went up to six.
I’m not
being smug here, just saying that when comparing your experience with others,
you should look at the whole picture. For instance my daughter started walking
at 15 months (much later than her little friends) but she started talking very early
on – and hasn’t stopped. She is a real chatterbox and has caught up on the
physical front so she really enjoyed PE at school. I have to thank preschool
for this, they worked on her balance and confidence issues motorwise. They also
cracked potty training – my daughter was perfectly able by 18 months or so but
refused to ditch the nappy until a preschooler called her a baby. So don’t fret
if your potty training is taking time! Ironically I wrote features about it,
while my daughter was still a “hard case”. I now know that the only reason she
stuck to the nappy is that it allowed her to play undisturbed by toilet breaks.
So it was a case of convenience. I do relate to this, sometimes I’m doing
something and I find it a nuisance to drop everything to visit the loo,
especially if my hands are dirty because of housework or gardening (or I’m
progressing on a tricky task).
Thanks to
the 15 hours I managed to relax my fears re childcare. The preschool was really
lovely and now that my daughter has finished her first year a school
(confusingly called reception), I can see it was of great benefit. My daughter’s
confidence has gone from strength to strength and she is no little victim
anymore, she can argue her point and seek help if a child hurts her (in most
cases it’s an accident, rather than wilful behaviour).
In January
I picked the courage to try out the afterschool club and it was great. She soon was going three days a week and loving it. I managed to do more
work and keep my volunteering commitments, which is fab. I volunteer at a
baby clinic and I can’t take my daughter there, so my partner had to take time
off work to mind her before she went to the afterschool club. Thanks to the
afterschool club, it was much easier for all of us.
On balance,
I found my three years at home with an energetic, bright girl (I joke she is
half boy) very rewarding but emotionally and physically tiring (perhaps because
I’m an older mum?). I know I should have tried some childcare before (even if a
few hours here and there) as it would have made my life easier,
especially when my freelance work picked up. Our parents live far from us, so
we couldn’t even ask relatives to keep an eye on her.
I can again experience
how hard it is now that schools is out - to keep a child happy and amused
is not easy peasy lemon squeezy. I have booked some activities here and there,
but I’m trying not to be tempted by the all-day holiday club. She is going back
to school in September and going to the afterschool club full time, so it’s
only fair we both have our summer together. Let’s face it, I won’t be her best
friend forever, the teenage years beckon.
