This is the little lady that has inspired me to write.
Well here goes, my first ever blog post.
I’m blogging about being a new Mum. I know, I know. Already done. So many Mummy bloggers out there. But stuff it. I’m home aaaaall day keeping my baby girl alive and I wanna write about it, so here my mummy blog is.
I’ve always enjoyed writing. I always journal during my travels in a diary and I thoroughly enjoy it. There is always so much to write about on worldly adventures. Beautiful sites, funny people, food and places to see. When travelling, the inspiration to write is everywhere. I sit at cute little cafes, order espressos (or wine, yer, more like wine) and from my pen flow daily thoughts, discoveries and doodles. I love trying to choose the perfect words to describe my thoughts as I watch the world go by.
But when I’d return home from my travels, that little diary and my inspiration to write would be forgotten about. Put in a little box only to be read on the re-discovery of it during a Spring clean (which doesn’t happen every Spring) My inspiration to write was drowned by the mundane routines of ‘normal’ life and my love of writing (or journalling) would wait and be rekindled on the next big holiday.
Until, Luca.
Luca is my baby girl. She’s 8 weeks new now. The past 8 weeks has been the longest and shortest 8 weeks of my life.
Longest and shortest? whaaaaaaat?
Confused?
Me too.
Motherhood is confusing. No one or nothing can prepare you for motherhood. There is so much to learn, so much to sacrifice and so much ‘stuff’ that people don’t tell you because if they did, you probably wouldn’t have children. Most mothers will refrain from telling the real truth about motherhood. They stay quiet, sit back and watch you, all pregnant and glowing and gooing over the baby you’re preparing for. They politely listen to how tired you are carrying around your bump and they just sit there, nodding their polite little head at you while quietly thinking to them selves ‘Oh honey, you don’t even know tired yet, those bags under your eyes are going to be bigger than your boobs’.
But I want you to be prepared. To be reeeeally prepared. I am going to expose the harsh truths of being a new mum. All the tears, worries, expectations, pooh, (and touching pooh) spew, exhaustion, morning sickness, witching hour (not actually an hour but hourS), anxiety, leaking boobs, baby brain (actually a real thing. I never believed it was ‘a thing’ but it is and I have it… bad), relationships woes, conflicting opinions, the frozen sanitary pads in the freezer (WTF?), t-shirts be gone (it’s all about the button up shirts now for stealth boob access) and of course the funny, heart warming moments of keeping a tiny human alive.
These are MY thoughts and experiences. Don’t take them personally. You may not experience/d them, you might not even relate to them… but it seems just about every mother I talk to can relate with something that I’m saying.
During the first week of bringing Luca home, I remember being a bit pissed off at my friends who already had babies. ‘Why the bloody hell didn’t they warn me properly? Why didn’t they tell me I’d feel like a big fat, leaking cow? An emotional, up and down mess. A dazed idiot. An apocalyptic zombie.
But now, 8 weeks on I realise they didn’t tell me because they didn’t want to scare me. It was too late to warn me, I was already fully loaded with a baby in my belly. It was too late and nothing that they said could really prepare me for the torture I had endured on myself. They knew I had to figure it out for myself. And I did.
So far it’s been one hell of a ride and continues to be so. All I can do is buckle in, throw my arms in the air and scream… with fear… and delight.
This hell of a ride has given me all the inspiration I need to get writing again.
So here it is ‘Lost in Luca Land’.
Sit back, relax and enjoy the ride. She’s going to scare the pants off you!
Enjoyable read ???
Why thank you.
So true, every word! It’s like you have witten all my thoughts down Sarah. Enjoyable read with a touch of peer support!
Love it Sarah! Can’t wait to read and thank you in advance for the warning ?
*read more I mean
Hahaha!! Love it. Love the title too.
I think women don’t talk about all the “horrors” of mommy hood because I think we quickly forget, number one, although now it may seem impossible;) and number two I think when I was going through it I didn’t think anybody else felt the same way. In other words, I didn’t want to share the fact that I wasn’t sure I was doing it right. It is by no means easy and you can’t explain it to somebody who is not a mom yet. You simply can’t because they wouldn’t understand.
It will test every emotion you know and all the strength you have but it is worth it… I’m still struggling some days, in very different ways you are struggling right now. I have learnt though that I have loved immensely and perhaps hated a little bit every stage of their growing up. Loved because just when you think they can’t get any cuter or you can’t love them anymore, boom it happens again. Hated because you don’t want them to grow so fast!
I’m still in disbelieve of the fact that I am, and always will be, a mom. Best gift ever and hardest job all at the same time.
I’m so happy for you and I’m right there with you. I’m having flashbacks lol. Thank you for sharing your experience. You clearly are less delirious than I was?
Xoxo
Ana
HAhah, oh believe me, I am delirious. My baby brain is out of control.
I still look at her in my arms and can’t believe she’s mine, ours. Being a mother hasn’t quite sunk in yet. I still feel like I’m faking it. Pushing a pram around the streets for the first time was a strange feeling. She is growing so fast. Every time I pick her up I feel like she’s gained weight. Beautiful little poppet.
Thanks for your message. Glad you enjoyed the read xxxx
Look forward to more installments Sez… yep… i can relate!
I love your writing Sarah. You took me back, so far back to those days feeling as you are. In amongst it all is a precious beautiful small little lady. The smile, the hugs, the love between Mum and bub is both awesome but difficult to explain. I’m feeling for you and believe in you and yours. Love Anna
Thanks Anna. Yes, she is so precious. I love her soooo much. Her smells, her smiles, her little gurgles… Such a special time.
Haha love it Sarah. I too am now a new mum to a 6 week little boy Mason (june 24) So true that you’re never told the truth. There were many things that i was like “why the hell wasnt i told this” Omg what an adventure so far and yes Im feeling all the things youve written about so far.:)
And…….. Opa and Oma are SO HAPPY that you and Lachie have been blessed with sweet little Luca! ❤️??
This is Tits, toots! Keep writing so I know wtf I’m in for, come mid-Nov when Bruce arrives to puke and poop all over me! x