Becoming a mummy has absolutely changed my life, completely, in every way.
It occurred to me at somewhere between 3am and 4am this morning whilst cuddling my 10 month old to sleep after two and a half hours of ‘partying’ between his cot and my bed, that this moment was in fact sacred. Despite being sleep deprived, having a banging headache and a dead arm, this is what being a mummy is all about. It’s being ‘there’ for your baby no matter the circumstances. Although these sleepless nights are well horrific, its a phase and I’m sure one day when I’m no longer needed I’ll long for a midnight cuddle.
So with these thoughts in mind I decided to write a somewhat thrown together poem of thoughts about what motherhood means to me, here goes.
Motherhood is . . .
The excitement and fear of seeing the positive line on the pregnancy test
The overwhelming emotion and relief of seeing your baby for the first time at that 12 week scan
Rubbing your growing bump and feeling the comfort of kicks from within.
Feeling the weight of your baby on your chest after he is first born.
The rush of love
Motherhood is . . .
Your finger being squeezed by a tiny weeny hand
Your heart melting with that first smile
Your house consumed by teeny tiny clothes everywhere and never ending laundry
Being wee’d on more times than you can count
Motherhood is . . .
Realising that all your clothes have baby spit up on them
Not caring that all your clothes have baby spit up on them
Discussions about poop and boobs with other new mums becoming a regular occurrence
Never being able to put a cup of tea on the side let alone drink it while its still hot
Surrendering to a messy house
Motherhood is . . .
Creating songs that only you and your baby understand
Stolen moments in the middle of the night
Nuzzles
Declarations of love
Calling genius on achieving each small step
Finding dribble everywhere
Motherhood is . . .
Never sleeping again, even when your baby is sleeping, you have to get up to check that he’s still breathing
Having a toilet companion
Constant exercise
Catching sick in your hand
Motherhood is . . .
Worrying about everything
Guilt if you’re not worrying about everything
The thing that makes time fly and never leaving the house on time
Realizing a strength you never knew existed in you
But most of all motherhood is . . .
Everything
Unconditional, all consuming, pure love wrapped up in the person who no matter their age will always be your baby.
XOXO
Such a lovely post, I really enjoyed reading this, it bought a great big smile to my face!
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That’s so lovely thank you! XOXO
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Beautiful post! I loved reading this and I can definitely relate to it!
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Thank you! So lovely of you to say! XOXO
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So, so, so true. Thanks for linking with #TwinklyTuesday!
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