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I’d never really thought motherhood would be for me. I was a dog person not a baby person. I’d stop and coo over dogs tied up outside shops but then grimace at people’s screaming snotty kids ruining my precious supermarket me time.
Fast forward to my mid thirties and my ticking time clock. I saw other adults around me having kids and I thought ”how hard can it be? I’ve had a dog since she was a puppy and I’ve managed to look after her”.
After a few drinks at my works Christmas party I found myself pregnant in January. I was terrified of
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labour, spent a lot of my pregnancy thinking about how I was going to actually give birth to a human being, how my dignity along with my bits would be ruined. I thought this would be the hardest part. I was wrong.
I’ll never forget leaving the hospital with my baby girl. Waiting for the hospital lift with my ’its a girl’ balloon wafting about, stood in my maternity clothes looking bedraggled whilst myself and the other half looked at each other wondering how we’d look after this tiny person.
I don’t remember the first 6 weeks. I think I cried
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a lot. It was the most surreal and overwhelming experience of my life. My thoughts of it being like looking after a dog gave way to reality, I could not lock the baby in the kitchen and leave her dinner in a bowl!
Nearly 5 months on though I feel like I’m in control, I feel like a mum and most importantly I know how hard it can be but I wouldn’t change it for a thousand nights of sleep.
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Janet Ross - 8 Feb 16
I’d never really thought motherhood would be for me. I was a dog person not a baby person. I’d stop and coo over dogs tied up outside shops but then grimace at people’s screaming snotty kids ruining my precious supermarket me time.
Fast forward to my mid thirties and my ticking time clock. I saw other adults around me having kids and I thought “how hard can it be? I’ve had a dog since she was a puppy and I’ve managed to look after her”.
After a few drinks at my works Christmas party I found myself pregnant in January. I was terrified of labour, spent a lot of my pregnancy thinking about how I was going to actually give birth to a human being, how my dignity along with my bits would be ruined. I thought this would be the hardest part. I was wrong.
I’ll never forget leaving the hospital with my baby girl. Waiting for the hospital lift with my ‘its a girl’ balloon wafting about, stood in my maternity clothes looking bedraggled whilst myself and the other half looked at each other wondering how we’d look after this tiny person.
I don’t remember the first 6 weeks. I think I cried a lot. It was the most surreal and overwhelming experience of my life. My thoughts of it being like looking after a dog gave way to reality, I could not lock the baby in the kitchen and leave her dinner in a bowl!
Nearly 5 months on though I feel like I’m in control, I feel like a mum and most importantly I know how hard it can be but I wouldn’t change it for a thousand nights of sleep.
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