Before I became a parent, I would have described my biggest accomplishment as buying my first house, or passing my driving test. But now, of course, my greatest accomplishment by far is being a mother to Little M.
I struggled for several weeks after her birth – I still don’t actually think about it as a birth; I didn’t give birth. She was pulled from my womb by a stranger who was chatting to other staff about his timetable for the day. Perhaps this is why I haven’t written about Little M’s birth story.
I always thought I’d write about the excitement of the first surges; my waters breaking; the feeling as she was lifted from the water (because of course I was going to have a water birth) and placed on my chest. There was none of that. Just a sterile room full of people I’d never met before that day (excepting hubby, of course).
Now, I’ve come to terms with it (as much as I can), as I know that Little M won’t care how she came into the world. The years of motherhood to come will be far more significant to her than that morning in late May. It’s not as though she’ll have any recollection of it, after all!
Parenting is the most intense thing I have ever experienced. It is unrelenting. When Little M is having a grizzly day it can feel as though time has suddenly slowed down! Even the good days, when Little M has slept through, it can still be hard work simply because it never stops.
Maybe this is because, despite M sleeping though, I don’t get more than six hours sleep a night due to the fact that I’m still expressing, and my boobs won’t allow me to sleep much beyond that!
I’m really proud of the fact that I’m still exclusively expressing and Little M has only ever consumed my breast milk. Yes, It’s hard work, but it’s totally worth it as she is thriving. I know I’ve said before that I’d like to get to six months, but there are so many health benefits to breast milk that I’d like to keep expressing until Little M is fully weaning. That really would be an accomplishment!
What is your greatest accomplishment?