Wow. Well no one can you prepare you for how hard motherhood is, no one!
This week has been the toughest, hardest week, my partner went back to work and I had a constipated, congested, unsettled little girl. But we survived. I didn’t eat one day, stopped taking my meds, cried more than Izzy, snapped, got very stressed and been all over the place. After a long talking to from my partner I realised I need to find the time to take my meds every day. It’s so important I stay strong and well for them. As well as eating. I have to. I need to stop using “Izzy was crying” as an excuse, and find the time to make a sandwich and take my meds. I know some days will be harder than others. My mood will dip. It’s to be expected. My hormones are all over the place I have depression and I’m high risk of post natal depression. But I have to try and fight it as much as I can.
Ive spent most of the week believing I’m failing as a mother. Believing Im not good enough that she deserves better than me. That I’m not giving her what she wants, that I don’t know what each cry means. She deserves the world, she deserves better than me.
But one things for sure. No matter how hard it is and how much I doubt myself I adore her. And always will. I’m totally and utterly besotted with her and would do anything in the world for her, to provide for her, to protect her, to help her grow into the wonderful strong beautiful lady she will become. In time I will learn what each cry means I will know exactly what she wants but for now it’s all a learning curve, she’s getting to know me and I’m getting to know her. And we’re loving it 💗