Life of a thirty-something Mum of three, just about clinging on to her sanity
Well hello there! I’m Rach, and I’m here to share my thoughts on life as a Wife, Mum and generally a nice Human. It is yet another Mum blog (soz!) but with an honest, and often swear-ridden vibe. I’m a big fan of saying it how it is, and I believe that Motherhood should be no different - if my kid is being an arsehole then I’m going to call him and arsehole! (obvs not to his face, he’s only six!)
I’m a Mum of three and have found the whole Mum thing a bit of a rollercoaster. My eldest two were born 13 months apart, which was a HUGE learning curve and a bit of a blur if I’m honest. After trying to conceive for nearly two years our Billy arrived (all 9lbs 10 oz of him!) after a very long and traumatic labour, ending in an emergency c-section. It was my first baby, I ended up going through major surgery, he wouldn’t/couldn’t/didn’t breastfeed - it was all a bit of a head fuck if I’m being brutally honest. Looking back now I don’t think I had really come to terms with it all before falling pregnant again with Keira. As it took us so long to fall pregnant the first time we thought it would be the same case second time round - nope!! Billy was four months old when I fell pregnant with Keira (yes you may, and should, gasp in horror).
It was a tiring pregnancy. My poor body had been through the wars with Billy and was now having to go through it all again. Billy was an active baby, but a great sleeper which meant that we would nap together and enjoy full nights of un-broken, blissful sleep.
Keira arrived in a much calmer manner via a planned c-section. And there I was - a Mum of two under 13 months of age.
Billy then became nocturnal, Ryan started working nights and I was left a blubbering emotional wreck.
Memories from that time are vague.
Somehow we all survived. With the help of Ryan and my Mum (superhero in disguise) life became manageable again and we even decided to go on to have a third! Jack is now a two year old bundle of pure cheekiness. He has hair to die for and we are usually stopped an average of 5-10 times a day for people to comment on it.
We often get “oh isn’t she beautiful!”
My response? “Yes, yes she is”
Who can be bothered to correct strangers five times a day?!
So that’s some of my story. I love the lot of them but boy do they irritate the shit out of me sometimes! That’s where my Mama friends (and gin) come in. I honestly wouldn’t cope with the madness if I didn’t have them to vent to on a bad day, and why I wanted to start this blog. I want to show other Mums that life can be totally crazy, but that millions of other Mums are also going through it or have been through it before. We are not alone in thinking that our kids are twats, we are not alone in flicking them the middle finger behind their back (ok, that might just me) and we are not alone in thinking that our brains may actually explode if we’re expected to help with one more sodding piece of homework.
I’m totally winging it and I’m okay with that. How about you? Feel free to share your story in the comments below.