I am recovering from PTSD after the birth of my son. I have been on one hell of a journey and am trying to lighten the mood with my blog about the darkest of times. I really hope my recovery can help others with PND or PTSD or anyone - families, Dads or grandparents who have been affected by a difficult birth.
Sunday, 6 March 2016
If relationships were like having a baby
If relationships were like having a baby
So you're in a new relationship..
1) Getting to know one another
Some relationships start with a burst of love, others with a little trickle which grows and some start with you feeling like a bewildered mess of emotions with both partners not really sure what they've let themselves in for. Let me re-assure you all these feelings are completely normal!
2) Co-habiting
Feelings of wanting to have a minutes peace, wanting a tidy house, wanting there to be less washing or wanting to run away screaming should not alarm you. The first few months of co-habiting can be tricky especially when your new addition is a smelly, noisy, whiney person who is not good with communication skills.
3) Co-sleeping
If you co-sleep you may roll over and squash your partner - so please don't do that.
Kissing (akin to breastfeeding)
When kissing, hold the back of your partner's head firmly and thrust it forward, towards your face. Ensure there is a tight seal otherwise you may be unsuccessful and your partner pull away or worse bite you! DO NOT try your own technique of simply softly holding you partner and gently introducing them to kissing, even though this has been used for centuries it is WRONG and does not work.
You must persevere even if your partner seems unhappy or wails incessantly - even if this makes you miserable.
It is okay to kiss in public but please cover yourselves with a designer veil when doing so.
4) Cuddling
Always cuddle your partner on the floor.. not on a bed, never on a bed! You and your partner may roll off the bed and seriously injure yourselves.
5) Eating
Always feed your partner organic only produce as any introduction of processed food could cause ill health and ultimately you are poisoning your partner. If you cannot afford organic food it's better you both starve.
If your partner was not breastfed as a child dump them - their immune system has been hugely compromised by their selfish mother.
6) Professional help
Now you are in a new relationship someone will be assigned to come into your home every week to assess how your relationship is going. This will not be a person chosen by you, who has the same ideals, hopes and dreams. It will not even be someone who knows you, it will be a complete stranger.
As you are in a vulnerable state this person will advise you on how best to conduct your relationship. 99% of these professionals are lovely, caring and knowledgable. Good luck if you get the 1%.
7) Your 1 year anniversary
Congratulations! You have made it through 1 year together.
At this point, you are beginning to feel like you really know one another.
If things are going well all professional support will be withdrawn and you will now soar through the rest of your relationship like a consumate professional, either that or you'll completely blag it like the rest of us. Enjoy!
Sunday, 10 January 2016
Losing the baby weight (or not)
Me: I just
don’t seem to be able to lose the baby weight.
GP: What
does your day consist of?
Me:
I wake up at
around 7am (as that is the time my son wakes) and change his nappy then go
downstairs to get him his breakfast & drink. Every morning, after breakfast,
I sit on the floor and put together an elaborate train set for him, which he
plays with for 10 minutes before he beckons me to join him on the floor and I
pretend to be Percy/James or some other Thomas character.. he is always Thomas!
I empty the
dishwasher, restack with pots from the night before & put on a wash load, I
then grab some toast & tea before folding the dry washing from the previous
day.
I then sit
on the floor playing number or alphabet games with my son for 10 minutes.
After that we
take the clean washing upstairs and distribute it into various drawers and
rooms. I then give him a wash, clean his teeth and get him dressed. We tidy the
upstairs, from the disarray caused by spending half an hour upstairs, e.g.
toys, books, PJ’s everywhere.
We go back
downstairs, I rebuild his train-set (which he has an amazing ability of
re-arranging so it no longer fits together). I clear away the breakfast pots
and clean down the kitchen surfaces. It is now getting close to 9am and I have
been on the go, non-stop for 2 hours.
At this
point we normally go out to a class, playgroup or friends house, which means my
mind is alert, overseeing my child, but my body is not really on the move.
However, this is not relaxation time and as such by the time I’ve got home,
prepared myself & Ben’s lunch, cleared the dishes hung out another load of
washing and put a new load in, it is time for a well deserved rest. I put my
son to bed for a nap.
I then do
any online business, shopping, making appointments & any household filing.
Then I sit
for an hour of pure bliss.
When my son wakes we watch TV for half an hour and then we play games, do art activities or have a dance around. I then prepare the tea for all of us, hang out another load of washing,
eat tea, clear up or bath Benji & put him to bed.
Benji is
asleep by 7.30 and the chores are all done by 8pm, then my hubby & I sit
down for an hour of well-deserved TV before going to bed at 9ish, as we are
exhausted.
GP: And do
you see anywhere you could make a change to add in those 20 minutes of
exercise?
Me: Ahhhhh,
I can see now it’s an impossibility! Thank you for your time, I feel much
better.
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Thursday, 12 November 2015
Worry monkeys
The worry monkeys come at night,
They creep inside my brain,
They wait until I'm sleeping tight,
Then wake me up again,
They toss my worries in the air,
And make me feel quite nervous,
They tell me that life isn't fair,
And all I do is worthless,
I worry about everything,
That could possibly go wrong,
I feel like such a weakling,
When really I'm quite strong,
In the morning I feel drained,
Rather than refreshed,
Those worry monkeys in my brain,
Won't let me get my rest.
Anyone else had this problem?
The worry monkeys overwhelmed me when I had PTSD & I literally could not close my eyes. Luckily for me counselling & meds really helped, my worry monkeys are being controlled.
What do you do to get rid of yours?
Love to hear from you - comment below or Twitter @newmumkaboom
Newmumkaboom x
They creep inside my brain,
They wait until I'm sleeping tight,
Then wake me up again,
They toss my worries in the air,
And make me feel quite nervous,
They tell me that life isn't fair,
And all I do is worthless,
I worry about everything,
That could possibly go wrong,
I feel like such a weakling,
When really I'm quite strong,
In the morning I feel drained,
Rather than refreshed,
Those worry monkeys in my brain,
Won't let me get my rest.
Anyone else had this problem?
The worry monkeys overwhelmed me when I had PTSD & I literally could not close my eyes. Luckily for me counselling & meds really helped, my worry monkeys are being controlled.
What do you do to get rid of yours?
Love to hear from you - comment below or Twitter @newmumkaboom
Newmumkaboom x
Sunday, 8 November 2015
Real mummy life
Idealistic pre-mummy + Frantic actual mummy = Real mummy life
Things I thought I would do on maternity leave..
- be very tired
- stare lovingly at the baby for hours
- sleep when the baby slept
- sleep with the baby next to me
- enjoy smiles and giggles from the baby
- sunbathe while the baby slept
- go out for coffees and lunches
- have date nights while the baby's with a babysitter
Things I actually did on my maternity leave...
- Realised why sleep deprivation is used as a tool of torture
- stared at the baby with a growing sense of confusion
- discovered that some babies grunt loudly when sleeping (apparently quite normal -who knew?!?)
- realised that grunting makes it impossible to sleep next to the baby
- found out that babies don't smile or giggle for bloody ages.. they just poop, eat and cry
- found out that instead of sunbathing, coffees and lunches I would be constantly feeding, changing, washing and sleeping
- As for date nights... ha, my husband was lucky if he found me dressed in something other than a fluffy dressing gown covered in baby sick & smelling of poop - I certainly wasn't bringing sexy back
Things I thought I would do with a toddler...
- finally leave the toddler with a friend so my husband and I could have a date night
- teach my toddler lots of new things
- get stupidly excited when my toddler learned something new
- dance around the living room to cheesy music
- jump in lots of puddles
- sing songs
- run and run until we could run no more
- kiss my toddler lots
- cuddle my toddler a bit too much
- giggle until our tummies hurt
Things I actually do with my toddler...
- all of the above
I hope my lists made you smile!
Below is a pic of my little man joining in with some dancing at Kew Gardens - you can't see it but he's smiling from ear to ear.
Having a baby is really hard work for all new parents. This especially true for parents who experience PND or PTSD. There is support if you are struggling, please seek help through your GP you can be referred through the NHS or through private healthcare.
It might take a while to get there but you can recover... you are great parents fighting to emerge from a grey cloud. Keep on going ... it's worth the fight.

Monday, 2 November 2015
Support
In triage I was told I was doing great,
That the baby’s now coming and it’s all down to fate,
I entrusted myself to that clinical place,
I trusted the professionals to keep me safe,
The doula told me that I could breath through the pain,
That I didn’t need to feel anguish or shame,
That my baby was coming in this lovely room,
With candles and music and it would happen so soon,
But our perfect birth was not meant to be,
The midwives rushed in just to tell me,
The decision to put you here was all wrong,
The baby’s in danger you’re being moved along,
The words you spoke ripped through my calm,
They caused me to feel unsafe and alarmed,
The next contraction hit like a wave,
A pain so harsh it ripped me away,
After that time went by in a blur,
You told us how unlucky we were,
To be there on the busiest day,
With no-one available to relieve my pain,
I entrusted myself to that clinical place,
I trusted the professionals to keep me safe,
But there weren’t enough staff to care for us,
And now I will tell you what that does,
It causes women to suffer in pain,
It makes them scared to do it again,
It sends their mind to a dark place,
It wipes the smile off of their face,
It triggers nightmares, panic and tears,
It fills women full of anguish and fears,
It takes women who should be great Mums,
And makes them feel like terrible ones,
This is too high a price to pay,
For any woman on any day,
Ensuring a woman has a supported birth,
Now can you tell me what that’s worth?
Friday, 30 October 2015
Representing! Baby dolls for boys
Not really a list more of a catalogue of what I did when faced with the question do I buy my boy a doll?
So, my little man is starting to engage in small world play and I was faced with the question - Do I get him a doll? Now the husbands immediate response was obviously NO. However, I managed to talk him around pretty swiftly after explaining as a 'new man' he had changed as many nappies as me, so why is it strange if his son has a baby doll? At which point he started to relent. I went on to explain that small world play brings on a wealth of routine language which otherwise boys can miss. (This can also be achieved with teddy but I did not tell my husband that)We change the baby's nappy, the baby goes to potty, we feed the baby etc.
Now I had got the husbands agreement, with the caveat that we were to get him boy baby doll, I set about looking on google for said doll. (By the way, now I am well into recovery from the PTSD, shopping is a fun, leisurely activity rather than that frantic, obsessive type of shopping! As discussed in previous post here.
I decided that if my boy was only getting one doll, we should get one that:
- looked like him
- one that represented his origins
- I'm South American and my husband is white
- so I needed a doll somewhere in-between
Here I ran into the first problem, most baby dolls in the UK are white, dark brown or black. He is none of the above so I:
- searched for mixed-race dolls and drew a blank
- searched in America - again nothing
- then I found an American thread which advised looking for a hispanic doll.. bingo! I found this gorgeous baby doll.
Now this baby doll cost me £25 and took weeks to come over from the states, it was also quite small when it arrived but I felt it was worth it, to give my son a doll which he could relate to. One which he could feel close to & which he could bond with.
The day it arrived I unwrapped it with excitement and handed him his new baby. I carefully showed him how we put the baby to bed, and hug and kiss the baby... after 5 mins of small world play, I looked at him feeling super happy with myself. At which point he chucked the doll in the corner, picked up his train and his power toys and tore off round the living room shouting, "train, hammer, train, hammer, hammer, train".
BLOODY MEN!
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Monday, 5 October 2015
My only child - an open letter to my friend
An open letter to my friend
Today I told you that we've decided to stick at one child and that we are happy as a three and you replied:
'Of course you will have another one! You can't have just one child, he will have no-one to play with.'
You do not know the anguish such words cause me.
You are not there when tears spring to my eyes because I am scared my decision is a selfish one. You are not sitting with me as I google over and over 'should I have a second child?'. You don't have to sit with me reading threads of happy only children, just so I can find some reassurance.
What shocks me is that you were there after I had my son. You saw the grey cloud, the emptiness in my eyes, the lost months, the broken years. You saw me struggling to contain my tears and anxieties, you watched me bend, break and fight.
I still hold such sadness in my heart because I was not really with my son when he was born, my mind was far away from him and I could not find my way back. It was a terrifying time for me, my husband and my whole family.
Our little boy was brought into the world because we longed for him and that thought kept me going. I did fight my way back from that darkness and my husband was with me every step of the way, we fought together until I felt like myself again. My love for my son grew so strong and now we are the strongest family I know.
My son is a happy, giggly boy, his Mum is a confident, feisty lady, his Dad is a chilled out, lovely man. We are not willing to compromise that happiness, and though that decision hurts me, it is the only way to protect our happy family of three.
So my friend, please know this decision was not taken lightly. You have not lived my story so you will have a different chapter, but please respect mine.
(Families come in all shapes and sizes - please add a comment or tweet me, I love to hear from you.)
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