Sometimes You Have A Really S*** Day

Sometimes You Just Have A Really S*** Day

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You could call it a shit day…

It was one of those days at the start of motherhood where you’re a little all over the place. My fiancé had gone back to work and I had to battle parenthood alone for those hours while he was away. I was so frightened. I was now responsible for this little tiny bundle. It was my job to protect her and keep her safe. When you become a mother you find a new found respect for all the single mothers out there and the incredibly difficult job they do daily. So kudos to you if you’re single and reading this.

I didn’t sleep the night before he went back to work. I couldn’t. I tried and failed, but it had to be done.

The bills had to be paid.

My little girl was two weeks old. I was still really nervous changing her nappy as every time I did she would scream and it would send me into a fit of panic.

When people would call over at the start, I would ask them to leave so I could change her nappy as I was still not comfortable doing so with people around! Who knew such a small task would take some getting used to? I know, right?

My friend called round for a cuppa, we had a great chat. She cleaned my dishes and told me everything I wanted to hear. She made me feel so good that day and I really enjoyed her company. It made the day go quicker as my fiancé was still at work. Now mind you, I hadn’t showered that day as there was no time, but she was still full of compliments.

Just what I needed. A good friend, a cuppa and of course a bar of chocolate.

Well, this same day not long after my friend left, it was time to change Kyah’s nappy, as per usual she was screaming crying. I quickly tried to get her wiped down and clean and get the Sudocrem on her ASAP before we both lost it. I was in a rush and she was wriggling to get me to stop. I was sweating. I just wanted to pick her up and cuddle her to get more of those newborn cuddles. So there I was wiping away, quickly, I rubbed my sweaty forehead when the doorbell rang. I put the Sudocrem on, closed up her nappy and ran to the front door to see who was there.

I was greeted by my lovely postman with the days post. The baby was still crying as she needed a bit of TLC after the ‘horrific ordeal’ of getting her nappy changed.

The postman laughed and said ‘Oh tough day?’ I just smiled, ‘you have no idea!

I went back to my sitting room to cuddle up on the couch with my baba, so we could finally enjoy the day again, only to catch a glimpse of myself in the sitting room mirror. There it was… the explanation as to why the postman made a comment on me having a bad day.

I had a lump of poo on my forehead. I had no clue, I couldn’t even smell it, but boy could I see it!

That embarrassment will live with me forever and I’m sure my postman has told that story many a time himself.

I mean isn’t that motherhood? Embarrassing yourself daily because you’re in a rush and you’re trying to do everything in a hurry. I hope one day my brain will start to function again like it did pre-baby. Luckily to this day I’ve still managed to avoid that postman!

Motherhood… When you lose your dignity in labour and never get it back.

 

Farrah Conlon
Farrah Conlon
Mammy to one little princess, lover of wine and chocolate, much needed for survival. Documenting our everyday life with lots of love, laughter and silly stories. Follow us over on insta on little_kyah_rae or on our new Facebook page My Brown Eyed Girl.