‘Oh The Irony’

Zan Potts - 8 Aug 16

So last night I went out…

It was my first night out since I had my son Blake, who is 6 months old. I know many mommies that find this odd, but my partner works a ridiculous amount of hours and we simply don’t have ‘babysitters’.

It was a date with one of my best friends, she’s a new mommy too and has been suffering from PND, so it was good for both of us.

We went to our favourite beautiful thai restaurant, and the starters were cocktails!

Bliss! A long overdue, uncensored catch up, skimming and delving into everything from postnatal weight-loss, how badly some days we actually wanted to kill our partners just for breathing (if that was hormones/ or are they really that irritating some days?), sex and of course, over dinner, baby poo!

During our main course of red mullet and scallop green curry, my tummy began to hurt.

I had been training hard and only eaten a banana and tablespoon of peanut butter all day… I brushed it aside, mentally told myself off and at the same time I put my cutlery down.

I had food sweats or was it the mojito I drank? Either way, I asked if we could continue our evening outside struggling to find comfort.

It was a lovely, much needed evening out and typically I was at home in bed by 9.30 – with griping stomach pains… Ironic really that the first time I go out and actually eat a hot meal and drink an alcoholic drink – I get food poisoning!

By 10pm I had my head firmly placed in my bedroom bin, stamping on the floor for Damian’s aid as I hurled and retched violently, loudly making noises of an animal in pain… I woke up Blake.

Damian was literally trying to stop him screaming, whilst frantically checking on me.

I’m sweating profusely, crying, trying to be quiet and manage to get myself downstairs without having an accident, to the bathroom, where I can be poorly alone… whilst having a go at him for turning the lights on to give Blake a bottle & over stimulating him.

Where I found the energy or thought process to rip his head off for the lights is beyond me?

I AM A HORRIBLE POORLY PERSON!!

By 4am I was shattered & empty.

I came to the conclusion during my porcelain rendezvous, that I am going to give a night out another go when he’s 3 maybe?

Zan Potts

I'm 33 ,a first time mommy to my 6month old son Blake, I live in North Devon in a coastal town with my Partner of 2 years ex serviceman Damian. I'm currently on maternity leave from a salon I've worked in for 8 years as a full time stylist. . I Love to train using kettle-bells, weights, and various other forms of excersize & I'm a pescertarian 'vegan.. Currently weaning my son with every food group possible. I love being a mother , I'm literally in awe of our amazing little boy everything is new and exciting .

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