I was cool once. I’m a mum now!

I was cool once.

I did things the way I wanted to…

Always…

I decided it was time for Lil’ Z to arrive…

I thought I was old enough…

I thought I had it “down”

I thought I had read and prepared enough…

I thought I knew what lay ahead…

I thought I knew what I was doing….

I thought I knew what it took…

I thought I was prepared for the first few months of motherhood…

I THOUGHT WRONG…SOOOO WRONG…

Forget all the so called “cool” aspects of life…Even life’s basics were in pandemonium…

Crazier than an ant’s nest soaked in LSD!

How things changed! Lord, how they changed…

FOOD

The changes in this aspect of a new mum’s life may seem subtle to an outsider. But to the lady in question they have far reaching consequences, especially if she is living among older women relatives.

 Throughout pregnancy she is blackmailed into eating “right”. Scaring her with a gnarly, tiny, retarded baby if she resists. And once the little one is out, she is threated with.....

SHELTER

The tiny little human you create can bring a surprisingly large quantum of baggage into your once tidy home.

It takes over your bedroom, and your living room, and your bathroom….

Your home soon resembles a refugee camp or an Indian Railways cloak room. No matter how much you stow away, stuff remains.

The cabinets and drawers overflow with diapers, towels, washcloths, bibs, burp cloths, onesies, sleep suits, wraps, caps, mittens, booties, swaddling blankets, receiving blankets, thick blankets, thin blankets, medium blankets…..

You stumble over teethers and accidently hurt your backside by sitting on rattles. Your bed is suddenly taken over by this roving but fragile being.

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