I love being a Mum...really.
May 5th 2010 02:50
Sometimes as a mother you just have to get things off your chest. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mum. It’s the best thing to happen to me since perfecting my homemade salsa recipe. And if you knew how much I liked salsa, you would understand how much I love motherhood.
But there are some things about childbirth and raising children that my parents either forgot to tell me, or perhaps purposely didn’t, to spite me for a few snotty teen years.
Like how bad it actually hurts to give birth. I once had a young mother-to-be tell me she had bad menstrual cramps so she figured she was already ahead of the game as far as handling the pain. I immediately told her to shut up and then said comparing the two was like having a paper cut (bad cramps) and having your arm chopped off at the wrist (birth). Hope I didn’t scare her.
But I understand there are those women who can handle giving birth naturally, I, however, am not one of them. Give me an epidural, knock me on the head, whatever needs to happen so I do not have to feel that kind of pain again. And I’m sure the nurses at Rockhampton Hospital would be happy to do either after I laid there screaming “Get it out! Get it out!”
We don’t go to get a root canal and say, “Hmm, let me see how I go. I want to see if I can handle it.”
No! And that’s a lot shorter and a hell of a lot less painful.
And what is it with kids and poo? The other morning, my 2-year-old was calling a bit frantically to me so I went in to see what was going on. My 1-year-old who has taken to removing her nappie unless I put something over it – was lying in her cot with her nappie off. “No worries,” I thought, but as I approached the cot I noticed she was holding (very proudly I might add) a little present for me. I called my husband in to help while I ran to get wipes and instead he took out his cell phone and began taking pictures…thanks honey.
And don’t tell anyone I said this, but I have recently realized why parents are at least somewhat okay when their kids leave the nest. After eighteen years of nappie changing, bottle making, potty training, fight refereeing, packing and unpacking of the vehicle, lunch making, drink spilling, illnesses, activity driving (whew!)… you just want a nap.
But there are some things about childbirth and raising children that my parents either forgot to tell me, or perhaps purposely didn’t, to spite me for a few snotty teen years.
Like how bad it actually hurts to give birth. I once had a young mother-to-be tell me she had bad menstrual cramps so she figured she was already ahead of the game as far as handling the pain. I immediately told her to shut up and then said comparing the two was like having a paper cut (bad cramps) and having your arm chopped off at the wrist (birth). Hope I didn’t scare her.
But I understand there are those women who can handle giving birth naturally, I, however, am not one of them. Give me an epidural, knock me on the head, whatever needs to happen so I do not have to feel that kind of pain again. And I’m sure the nurses at Rockhampton Hospital would be happy to do either after I laid there screaming “Get it out! Get it out!”
We don’t go to get a root canal and say, “Hmm, let me see how I go. I want to see if I can handle it.”
No! And that’s a lot shorter and a hell of a lot less painful.
And what is it with kids and poo? The other morning, my 2-year-old was calling a bit frantically to me so I went in to see what was going on. My 1-year-old who has taken to removing her nappie unless I put something over it – was lying in her cot with her nappie off. “No worries,” I thought, but as I approached the cot I noticed she was holding (very proudly I might add) a little present for me. I called my husband in to help while I ran to get wipes and instead he took out his cell phone and began taking pictures…thanks honey.
And don’t tell anyone I said this, but I have recently realized why parents are at least somewhat okay when their kids leave the nest. After eighteen years of nappie changing, bottle making, potty training, fight refereeing, packing and unpacking of the vehicle, lunch making, drink spilling, illnesses, activity driving (whew!)… you just want a nap.
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