Tag: Mum

  • Before I Had Kids, I Was A Social Butterfly

    Before I had kids, I was a social butterfly. I had all kinds friends & was invited to everything. I was available to hang, I would always drive over to someone’s house to hang out. It was a good time. I was available. I had no responsibilities. People used that to their advantage.

    Fast forward to being married with children. Life changes. I have priorities. I can’t just “come hangout”. The babies have nap routines, I have school pickups, the kids have sports. I have to find time for my husband. I need to clean, cook & do loads on top of loads of laundry. I’ve become socially awkward because I don’t get much adult interaction, I spend my days watching Paw Patrol & Bubble Puppies.

    Let’s not forget about those who work a lot with or without kids or a spouse. Trying to make it, working overtime. Single people, single parents or even married couples on one income. Shoot, in 2018, married couples on 2 incomes have to work to death because well, it’s expensive to live, bosses work you to death & well, taxes (imagine if we actually got to take home our gross pay, not the after tax net šŸ˜’)

    I’m not available anymore. I’m not the fun, free person you knew… my fun style has shifted. I’m not of use anymore to some. Friendships start fading away & disappearing. You hear “oh you never come out and have fun”, “I never see you anymore”. Yes, you are right. You don’t. Because I stopped coming to you, but did you know it would both ways? You can actually come to me? Maybe, come to my house and visit me. Come see the kids, come to a game.

    Hanging out and being friends doesn’t mean you can only be kid free to hang. It doesn’t mean drinking & partying is the only way to have fun. (Yes, sometimes a kid free night is good) Finding friends who understand your priorities is the best thing. Friends who understand that life happens and you may not talk or see each other for weeks or months but when you do, you pick right up where you left off.

    Your circle WILL change. Your circle WILL become smaller and that’s ok. Remember, it’s the quality of your friendships, not the quantity of friends!

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  • I Was A Terrible Mum Today

    ā€œI was a terrible mom todayā€

    Most days I come home, you’re running to the door so excited to see your momma, all you want is my attention. I respond ā€œmove, I’m ready to get out of my uniform and I just wanna sit downā€ usually it’s the same ole thing.

    Ran all day at work, got treated like crap by patients who don’t appreciate us, then got off late. I’m tired. I’m aggravated. My patience went out the window 12 hours ago. The last thing I want is for this tiny human to be crawling all over me as soon as I walk through the door. After that it’s ā€œDid you do your homework? Did you get in trouble at school? Why isn’t your room clean? Turn the damn tv down!ā€

    Then it’s time for bed…

    And when the house is quiet and your sleeping that’s when it hits. ā€œI was a terrible mom todayā€

    The guilt of not showing you the attention that you crave sets in. Another day passes that I let my work, financial stresses, school, etc get the best of me. Of course I don’t mean to take things out on you. I know you’re just being a kid. I’m sorry that I fail you on a daily basis. You deserve the world.

    So tonight, I let you lay next to me until you fell asleep. You always want to sleep next to me and I’m always telling you no because ā€œyou’re getting too bigā€ but deep down inside I know the days of you saying ā€œmomma, can I sleep with you?ā€ are numbered. Soon, you’ll stop greeting me at the door. Soon, you’ll stop asking for hugs. Soon, you’ll stop wanting me to sit in your room with you and watch tv. Soon, you’ll be gone all weekend with your friends and there won’t be a loud tv on…. It’ll just be silence.

    Even though you’re almost bigger than me, I carry you to bed tonight. Hoping I can be a better mom tomorrow.

    Credit Shelley Lemley

  • Don’t Forget To Care For Your Wife/Girlfriend

    I finally told my husband last night that he’s failed to realize I’ve been taking a shower only once a week. He felt pretty bad. That everyone always forgets to care for momma after baby is born and even later when baby is 6 months old.

    I told him no one looks out for me to see if I’m doing okay because they are so wrapped up in making sure baby is okay and or themselves. He didn’t offer to help until he was all done with his nice long shower and potty session which goes uninterrupted.

    I let him know though. I said how am I supposed to feel pretty when I’ve been unnoticed for so long? He couldn’t say anything really except that he apologizes for not appreciating me more.

    Deep down it’s more than that for me. He asked what he can do to help and I told him to offer to take her more when ever he can because I need my breaks. Not just once a day breaks either.

    Mums doĀ not be ashamed to voice how you feel, if you are overwhelmed, tired or need extra help say something, unfortunately some men don’t notice how much you do or how hard you are finding things, point them out let them know, sometimes a little chat can make a lot of big changes happen.

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  • Mums Prank On Son Lands Her In Jail

    Mums prank on son lands her In jail

    How often have you cleared up your child’s mess and thought to yourself wait til you get your own place then you will see, well one mum did just this.

    Chloe Thomas’s son Harry moved into his first flat at the age of 20.

    His mum was given a key and what she did next got her into big trouble.

    Chloe went to her sons flat and threw cereal all over the sofa, smeared yogurt all over the windows, drew on the freshly painted walls, peed all over the toilet seat and floor.

    But she wasn’t finished yet she unrolled the toilet paper, took a bite out of every apple, poured juice on theĀ table and all over the tvĀ and pulled every piece of clothing out of the wardrobe, and lastly she smashed all the dinner plates and made a tower out of coffee cups.

    When her son arrived home and saw his mum sat on the cereal covered sofa whilst eating Nutella out of the jar with the tv remote he didn’t take it well and called the police.

    Chloe was taken into custody and eventually order to pay damages.

    Chloe told Mums advice “it was pay back for years of destruction in my own home, ok maybe I went too far but my god it was fun”.

    Harry commented “I can now see the funny side but at the time I was very annoyed I had spent so much time and money getting the flat how I wanted it, I guess I know what to expect when I have my own children”.

    What’s your thoughts did the mum go too far and act inappropriatelyĀ or was she an evil genius just giving pay back for years of mess and destruction?

  • Mum Cuts Nan Out Of Her Life For Feeding Her Daughter

    I would like to make others aware that you have every right to cut someone out of your baby or child’s life if they do not respect your wishes.

    Last year my daughter Olivia was with my partners mum (her nana) for the day whilst I caught up with friends for lunch.

    That evening with my daughter home I changed her nappy and noticed her poo wasn’t normal, my daughter was 5 months old at the time and exclusively fed with my breast milk, but this poo was very different.

    I contacted my mother in law and asked how my daughter had been with her and the bloody cheeky cow said “oh she was fine I gave her a little bit of my strawberry she absolutely loved it”.

    Now people may think I’m being picky but I had already stated to everyone there was no way I will allow Olivia to have any solids until after she is 6 months old due to all the issues that can be caused through early weaning.

    I told my partner that his mother was not to be anywhere near our daughter and that I was disgusted with her actions, my partner didn’t seem to understand and ultimately backed his mum.

    I have stood my ground and although to keep the peace and my partnerĀ I have allowed her to see her grandchild it will never be unsupervised ever again and I do not speak to her, yes it may be uncomfortable for all of us but she has broken all trust.

    Mums out there I want you to know that if someone breaks your wishes and especially if they put your child’s health at risk you have every right to cut ties or to put in precautionary measures.

    Your child your rules and don’t let anyone try to tell you differently

  • What Is Early Motherhood Really About?

    What is early motherhood really about?

    I often watch future mums getting ready for the arrival of their children, studying everything about a birth, being happy that they are ready for everything… There is nothing wrong with it. I don’t know one mother who would think otherwise in pregnancy.

    However, I always see these mums being astonished when the baby comes into the world. Suddenly they find that the birth is just a beginning. Despite studying of 20 books, attending pregnancy yoga regularly and consulting everything beforehand with experienced mums, they feel they were not ready for anything. There is nothing wrong with that either. The truth is that no mother can be ready for what really comes with motherhood.

    What is it that comes with motherhood then?

    Let’s take it step by step.

    I am not saying I know every mother in the world, or that it is up to me to speak for all women. However, from what I have experienced and seen, I can be almost certain that every mother is mentally unwell for at least some time after delivery. Why? As to her surprise, instead of overflowing with love and feelings of happiness, she often feels sorrow, emptiness, or even depression… Logically, she therefore feels there is something wrong with her. I am supposed to feel happy! She thinks. Wrong! Sadness and depression are totally common and natural feelings of a new mother. Often even during the pregnancy…

    Apparently, it’s because the arrival of a child is the biggest change in one’s life that overturns your world by 180 degrees.Ā Suddenly, you no longer do what you used to do before. You cannot even go to the shop freely. You realise what’s changing. Suddenly, you have in front of you a little child that constantly cries and you don’t know why and how to help them. You don’t sleep, you are desperate and drifting out to sea. You were prepared for a lot of crying and lack of sleep, but you were not prepared that both of these things would be happening at the same time. Moreover, the love between you and your child is initially not as strong as you might have expected. Maternal love does not come with a birth. It is a process that shapes itself and develops over time. The first weeks and months are therefore especially aboutĀ a huge pressure on the psyche and looking for the right balance.

    How come they don’t know about this then?

    That’s the thing, they do. However, we are sweeping it underneath the carpet as leftovers until we get to the point when we crave even the slightest crumb. That is when we start to search for information from the real life and find out how many things we had missed up to this point.

    I am sure you all have met with the definition of baby blues or postpartum depression. However, the truth is, that we mostly meet these terms only on a theoretical level. Even the statistical data of ā€˜up to 80% of women suffer from baby blues’ does not make it significant in our eyes, unless you experience it.

    On the other hand, on the ā€œmost interestingā€, practical level, we encounter the topic of motherhood mostly in the best possible light. Let’s just look around us. Everywhere we look we see happy, smiling faces of new mothers… Celebrities take pictures with their babies and their smile underlines the title ā€˜I experience the most beautiful time of my life’. The media and the indirect influences of the environment have always created the impression in us that motherhood is a synonymous to the greatest happiness. Why would we think the opposite?

    Logically, we expect that the senseĀ of unlimited happiness enters our lives with a child. It is true that feeling will come, but certainly not immediately. In the first stages, it is rather the opposite.

    Why don’t mummies talk about it? It is simple. Since we are from each direction fed with the illusion that a mother has to experience feelings of pure happiness, if they don’t arrive, a mum feels bad and guilty. She feels she is failing and often falls into depression. It’s a vicious circle.

    I also suffered from postpartum depression and I also felt that I had to hide it from others. It was some emotional instinct, mixed from the sense of shame and guilt that prevented me from admitting how I really felt.

    However, it doesn’t have to go as far as depression. It’s enough if a mum doesn’t sleep and for a couple of hours a day constantly listens to a baby’s crying. For me personally, this combination of lack of sleep and crying was probably the hardest. Often, I went out in the evening, sat on the bench and kept looking in front of me in silence. Just for the sake of sanity.

    Experiencing negative feelings at the beginning of motherhood is hence as natural as breathing.

    How does a mum feel then when her surroundings ask her: ā€œHow are you feeling? You must be happy!ā€ At times like this she got a feeling of guilt in the pit of her stomach, she smiles politely and without a thought says: ā€œYes, of course I am.ā€

    Vicious, endless circle.

    However, it doesn’t have to be like this. Together, we can start to change it. Together, we can help other mums. Together, we can promote the true face of motherhood and reduce the consequences or occurrence of depression. All we have to do is be honest about motherhood. Honesty and openness will help us and it will help others. In addition, it will connect us on a totally different level with other people and bring us closer.

    Don’t be afraid to admit that you’re having a bad day. That you don’t feel well. That you cry. That you’re overwhelmed. That sometimes (or often) you feel hopeless. There is nothing wrong about that, nor is it special. You don’t have to worry about people judging you. Do you really think that there is one perfect mum in the world that can allow herself to judge you and look at you from above? Mum like this exists only in our imagination. Real mums feel the same as we do.

    You wouldn’t believe how relieved mums are when I tell them how I really feel, or how I’d felt at the beginning… Suddenly,Ā a blood red returns to their faces and they begin to talk about themselves and their feelings. And I find that my story doesn’t really differ from others.

    I believe that if mums were ready for reality, they would handle it more easily. It’s true that no mother can prepare for what comes with motherhood. What she can prepare for though, is that it will take some time for the feelings of happiness to arrive.

    However, the good news is, they will come eventually. Sooner or later love of such an extent will arrive, that you cannot even imagine. Although the beginning is extremely difficult and stressful, as time passes, we also grow, each day we get closer with our baby, we get to know and love them more. Up until a day when they become an inseparable part of our life.

    Although I become anxious or depressed even today sometimes, the level of these feelings can no longer be compared to what I was experiencing at the beginning. Today, I can’t even imagine my life without my children. I would die for them. And I feel this always, unconditionally and regardless of whether they are currently ā€œgoodā€ or driving me crazy :).

    It is strange how one can move from the feelings of deep depression to the feelings of love of such dimension.Ā How is it possible that the most difficult time of our life suddenly turns into our greatest blessing?

    I have no clue.Ā But I know it’s a totally normal and natural process. Thanks to it we grow, we learn and we get stronger in many ways. Therefore, there is no reason to hide it. On the contrary, I think our feelings can be shown to the world with ease and pride ;).

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  • Where’s The Mum Village In 2018?

    Where’s the village in 2018?

    Anytime a mom vents and says “I just need a break!” Someone has to follow it with “well you had them “they’re your responsibility”.

    Says the person who back when your generation was having children, had family and friends that would actually be your “village”.

    āž”ļø There is no village in 2018 ā¬…ļø

    Maybe sometimes when us moms mention we just need a break, it’s because we’re teetering the edge of mental stability & going to a crazy place. It’s not because we don’t love and cherish our kids, trust me we do. Sometimes we just need an hour to clear our minds and have a reprieve.

    Women just need a little break but are too scared to ask because of the remarks they receive. Then when something happens, those same people say, “well why didn’t you ask for help?”

    You see, she did ask. You told her they were her problem. So she never asked again. She cried in the shower begging someone just to help.

    Be careful of your words. Lend a hand. Yea, they are “her kids”, but if you are her friend or family, if you love those children and they mean something to you, why does it inconvenience you to take time out of your life to make memories with those kids? While at the same it’s helping mom have some time or help mom & dad strengthen their relationship?

    Let’s bring the village back and stop shaming parents for needing a little time to themselves.

    Full Credit Megan Noelle Powell

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  • Can You Help Save A Police Officers Life

    My name is Helen Rayner, I am a publican in Hounslow, west London. I have two daughters 30 year old Jade and 25 year old Amber I am also grandmother to Jades 5 year old daughter, Eva. Jade is married to Gareth who is ex military and now a fitness instructor. Jade is a serving officer in the Metropolitan police force. Life was looking good, they were about to buy their forever family home and turn it into their dream place. Then, overnight, their dreams turned into a nightmare.

    In February of 2017 Jade was diagnosed with stage 3c triple negative breast cancer which for those of you that don’t know is a rare and aggressive form of cancer which had already spread to her lymph nodes. Well as you can imagine we as a family were all blown away by this news with the exception of Jade whose attitude towards it was ā€˜OK, I have it lets get on with it’.

    Months of aggressive chemotherapy, surgery and a good hammering of radiotherapy followed yet all the way through Jade was amazing and an inspiration to us all. Not at any time did she complain or whinge, not even when her hair started falling out, she just reached for the clippers and took control. Her sense of humour never faltered and, to be perfectly honest, helped the rest of us through. Her whole focus was on beating this disease and getting back to work and continue with her life.

    The day Jade was given the news that she had had a complete pathological response to treatment (the all clear) she left the hospital like her backside was on fire. Her mother literally had to run to keep up with her!

    In February 2018, as soon as the doctors permitted, Jade returned to the job she loves albeit on recuperative duties slowly building up her hours with a view to return to full duties in September. But, in late May Jade began suffering from a persistent headache, she just couldn’t shift it. By the first week of June she could stand the pain no more and took herself to A&E. Jade insisted on a CT scan, after revealing her recent medical history they finally agreed to do it. Sadly the results of the scan revealed several masses to Jades brain that were suspected to be the breast cancer that had metastised. Further scans, an MRI and PET resulted in the following diagnosis:

    Stage 4 Brain Mets a Total of 7 Tumours

    Yes you read that right…..7 metastatic brain tumours. Due to the location and number of tumours surgery to remove them is not an option in the UK.

    Jade was referred to the Royal Marsden hospital in London where they performed 3 sessions of stereotactic radiosurgery (the cyber knife). They treated all 7 tumours in a bid to shrink them as much as possible. If this treatment is successful it will buy Jade some time but we wont know how the tumours have reacted until September 2018 when she will be scanned again. In the meantime we are trying holistic therapies, diets and anything else that may help. Then there is the relentless search for treatments in other countries.

    In the UK Jade has been given 12-24 months to live, yet in the USA, with the right treatment, people are living for many years with their cancer being classed as dead or sleeping.

    We have met with a young woman from the UK by the name of Melissa Huggins who 10 years ago was also given 2 years to live by doctors in the UK and, like us, Melissa’s parents refused to accept the prognosis and took her to the USA for treatment. 10 years on, Melissa is now married with a young daughter. She has no idea if her cancer is dead or sleeping…..but shes still here.

    We have found a fantastic clinic in the USA, Duke Health, that believe they can treat Jade, they are currently working on a care plan for specifically for her. But this is going to cost, we are not sure as yet of what that will be in terms of money, but there is no price too high to put on such a sad waste of a beautiful life and the devastation and loss that would ensue should we not achieve our goal and GET JADE WELL so she can watch her daughter grow into as wonderful a woman as her mother is.

    As a police officer Jade runs towards danger to help others, now she needs others to help her to be here for Eva.

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  • He Beat The Baby Out Of Her- Domestic Violence

    Last year it finally happened. The mother of another girl messaged me and said he’s doing it again he is hitting and beating and being abusiveĀ to her daughter. I spoke to her mum, I spoke to the girl.

    The mumĀ was desperate to save her daughter but the girl has gone back to him again, she has been brain washed by this man she believes he won’t do it again, BUT HE WILL.

    Less than a month later I receive another call the poor girl, was beaten so badly she had to have her jaw wired, she went back again, she believed his lies, she believed she deserved it, she was wrong, no one deserves to be beaten, no one deserves to feel so worthless.

    Then it happened the worst thing possible, she became pregnant, then came the accusations that she was cheating, how she possibly could cheat when he never lets her out of his sights.

    Her loving mum called me a few months ago, the girl had got to 4 months pregnant and he became jealous of their growing fetus, he basically beat the baby out of her, she sadly lost the life that was growing inside of her, she plunged deeper and deeper into depression and ultimately took her own life.

    I speak to her mum regularly, she is understandably broken and doesn’t understand why her daughter didn’t just leave, but sometimes it isn’t that simple, sometimes woman have to have more help than just family or friends telling them he is bad.

    I wish I had done more, I wish I had referred her to the police, the Samaritans ANYONE in authority.

    If a man has beaten one girlfriend the chances are he will beat the next, please listen to others when it comes to domestic violence, be wary and listen to your instincts.

    Sender wishes to remain anonymous

  • Why I Will Not Judge Your Parenting

    WHY I WILL NOT JUDGE YOUR PARENTING ā¤ļø

    I’m too damn busy.

    I’m too busy making mistakes and praying my kids turn out alright anyway.

    I’m too busy looking at my musty smelling laundry pile and wondering if I should fold it or light it all on fire.

    I’m too busy teaching my kids good work ethics which means saying ā€œstop playing and keep cleaningā€ over and over until everyone is crying.

    I’m too busy yelling that everyone needs to STOP YELLING and then wondering if I will ever be able to stop yelling. It’s not really looking good for any of us.

    I’m too busy letting my three-year-old use a pacifier and my six-year-old wear Cinderella underwear as a bathing suit.

    I’m too busy trying not to fight with my husband in front of the kids even though sometimes we make each other crazy (ESPECIALLY IN THE CAR). I say trying, because last week my three-year-old asked me why daddy and I sometimes argue like little kids.

    I’m too busy wondering if that wet spot is from water, juice, or urine.

    I’m too busy trying to assess if that Pterodactyl scream was a ā€œwe’re having funā€ scream or a ā€œblood has been shedā€ scream.

    I’m too busy making risky calls like should I let my son wear that shirt with spaghetti sauce on it to church, and do I tell my girls that it’s actually a ā€œvaginaā€ not a ā€œbaginaā€, even though bagina is way more awesome?

    I’m too damn busy apologizing to my kids. I’m apologizing for misunderstanding them, for getting grumpy, for bumping their head on a doorway, for not believing them that their tummy hurt until they projectile vomited, and for throwing away that ginormous popsicle stick art project they brought home from school.

    I’m too busy apologizing FOR my kids, like, ā€œsorry they ate all your snacks and asked you if there’s a baby in your bellyā€.

    I’m too busy being overwhelmed by the fact that it’s already dinner time AGAIN and the food is still at the grocery store.

    I’m too busy because this parenting gig is flying by at lightning speed and I’m hanging on for dear life, hoping that when it’s over they will look back and say “we were loved”.

    I’m not going to judge your parenting because IT’S HARD and YOU are the qualified one.

    I’m not qualified because I don’t worry about your kids like you do. I don’t lie awake at night wrestling with decisions about schools, and friends, and behaviors, and obstacles in their precious lives. I don’t love them, ache for them, feed them, or say sorry to them like you do. I don’t know them. I don’t know their dreams or what makes them tick.

    I’m eleven years in and I am now more certain than ever that there isn’t ā€œone wayā€ to do this well. I’m just trying to figure out how to parent my own kids and how many margaritas I can have without getting a hangover. Life is complicated.

    If we can’t be real and share the struggle, then it just doesn’t work for me.

    I’m a fan of all MOMS.

    I’m too damn busy for anything else.

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