This is a blurry photo of my very active 9 month old son.
As a new mom, or mum, or even mam as we say in North East England, I’ve already experienced way more than I ever imagined possible.
And with this new-found lifestyle I have decided like most mothers before me, to start writing about mom life, being a mom, handling a tiny human and, especially, handling a tiny child during a global pandemic.
Jack was born in December, and my husband was home after Christmas for paternity leave for 3 weeks. He went to work for about 8 weeks in total before the start of his working from home.
I was glad, and I still am glad that he’s been with us and we’ve had this time together. When he first left for work, I didn’t know how I was going to handle each day at home alone with a newborn. I’m not really a joiner mom, so I wasn’t really eager to go to baby classes and making mummy friends.
However, after day after day of either being in the house or walking around the mall (it’s cold in England during the winter), I decided to suck it up and take him to a few groups. Some were okay, and some were kind of silly. I had no interest in dressing my newborn up in a superhero mask and cape and taking a photo of him on a comic book style background. I wanted to sing and sign and play with him. (We went to baby massage a couple of times which was okay as long as he didn’t kick off.)
But he did kick off. He didn’t like being on the floor, didn’t like being undressed, didn’t like being messed with, and didn’t want to wear a superhero costume or bunny ears. (Okay, that was me but he agreed with me when I brought it up.)
So when lockdown happened, I was kind of relieved. They offered at home baby classes but I didn’t have the time to follow the 10 step instructions that the teacher gave us ahead of time. I barely have time for a shower each day, let alone how to make a fish puppet and search the house for a green scarf.
I got very used to just taking walks with Jack. That was all I could do for a while. I was insane from sleep deprivation and needed to go somewhere. When I could finally drive somewhere, I felt more freedom and we could go to other parks. Jack could even take naps in the car and I could listen to music for 20 minutes. But driving around aimlessly was a drag, and when zoos and National Trust venues were opened again, then I knew slowly but surely we’d get back to doing normal things that mothers do with their babies on maternity leave.
Baby classes have started again and I’m glad I’m going now with this new view of the world. I appreciate being around other mothers and enjoy chatting with them. I am more comfortable with Jack and respond with less awkwardness and stress. We wear masks, we socially distance, and we let our babies see other babies and people again.