I have always wanted to share my birth story. I still have not found the right format, the right formulation, call it what you want.
I was lucky enough to give birth in Jan 2020 and before I knew it, lockdown was upon us. I had no knowledge of newborns sensory clubs, no mums coffees meet-ups, no social interaction at all. Just home and more home. Being my first born, I had no comparison so that was normal.
Meaning I was not stressed about “getting my body back”, fit right back in “those jeans” and the judgement of whether the child was born vaginally or csectionally managed to avoid me.
All nice and sweet.
I started reaching out for help, as you do, to my friends who have become moms, some of them way before me, as I am after all, a geriatric mother.
And found that reading about other moms stories, laid in front of the internet with the utter most candour and vulnerability, normalised my story before it even had the chance to be shamed for not being what other people dream of a perfect birth, but my version of it.
So please share your stories, on your socials, on blogs, on newsletters or if you find it easy, you can drop me an email and I can publish it under your rules (name, no name etc).
Your stories are so incredibly helpful.
That Parent. Live 