When I passed from pregnant to mum the first time, what struck me was how much I remained the same.
I read with interest our editor in chief Jamila Rizvi’s moving post on how her baby boy has changed her world.
I read it with interest but I couldn’t relate much to the sentiments expressed. Her experience was not mine.
Before my first child was born, I expected everything about my life and my identity to be transformed. When it wasn’t, when I passed from pregnant to mum the first time, what struck me was how much I remained the same. A parent, of course, with new perspectives, new sensitivities and perhaps a bit more food on my shirt than usual, but still me.
Perhaps it would be different the second time around? The second time was twins. Again, I thought it would be like stepping on a landmine. Boom. Changed forever. And again, despite the usual alterations to sleep patterns and plans for Friday night, I was struck again about how much remained the same. A parent of three. But not much else had shifted (except the waistline of my pants).
Then Mia Freedman sent me a response to Jamila’s post, a woman who chastised our beloved editor in chief for what she saw as the negativity of her story as a first time mum. Stop complaining. If you were just energetic and organised you wouldn’t be having all these problems.