When I first had the Toddler, I was encouraged to go along to the local Bumps and Babes group for some further support.
As it happened, some of the mums I went with turned out to be not the people I thought they were, but there was one mum I had always admired.
She was a breastfeeder although she expressed as she wasn’t comfortable feeding in public. She was quite shy, and her baby was unable to turn her head in one direction due to he way she had been laying in the womb. This had put the baby’s development behind, had meant that she had to have physio and the last time I saw her, she had to be in a brace for 22 hours a day.
And Mum handled it brilliantly! She was on her own for 12 hours a day and she never complained about it (I complain bitterly if OH is just five minutes late home from work). She was so incredibly brave. Obviously, you never know what is going on behind closed doors, but I was falling apart with Post natal depression and this mother was handling everything her pregnancy, labour and child threw in her face.
The Mum had also haemorrhaged heavily during her labour and needed a transfusion…which always made me think she wouldn’t want to do it again.
I recently saw her in the local supermarket looking fab. And she had another baby. A boy this time, who had been due the day before O but had been three weeks early. She had a 1 and a half hour labour with him with no complications. Her baby girl was also walking and had been since she was 1!
I admire this woman so much for not only facing and coping with her first child so brilliantly but also not letting a negative experience during the birth and afterwards stop her from going on to build the family she wanted.