Being a mummy can be tough.
We often feel like we’re not good enough.
But it’s OK to be honest about this stuff
because we are not alone.
It’s hard when the baby cries,
And she doesn’t stop until you hand her to someone else.
When you get that look in your eyes,
Scouring the room
Wondering if it’s your fault that she cries
And feeling such surprise to find that we all empathise.
Listen up you wonderful mums,
There’s no such thing as a perfect mum,
You’re not competing for the Nobel Prize
And believe me when I say that we all sympathise.
We will not criticise
You are fierce
You are strong
Whether you are breastfeeding, formula feeding or a mixture of the two,
There’s no right or wrong.
There are times when it all might feel too much
And it’s OK to express that
Because you are not alone.
You might feel a sense of danger,
With a tightness in your chest that you can’t explain.
Your baby might feel like a stranger,
And so that sense of danger
Might start to creep back up on you again.
You might feel a huge urge to protect her,
You might think people will take her away from you,
That you neglect her,
Or that your “bad” parenting might affect her,
That you need to protect her,
If your baby doesn’t sleep through on a night,
Or you’ve started weaning and you’re scared you’re not feeding them right
Us mums know your plight.
We know how hard it can be to fight
The bad thoughts,
When you’ve barely had any sleep.
If you’re feeling sad and overwhelmed,
If you look at your baby and feel like she’s not yours,
If you’re having any other scary thoughts.
It’s OK. And you are going to be OK.
Some babies constantly cry
Some refuse to sleep at night,
Some just want to cling to you tight,
And that might make you feel suffocated,
But that too is alright.
Parenting is not all sunshine and rainbows.
At times there are clouds,
And there is rain
For some, there is also despair and pain.
If you take medication,
there’s no need to feel ashamed.
If you decide medication is not for you,
That is also OK.
There is no blame
Here in this village of mums,
Where judgement is shown the back door.
When streets are filled with support,
Right when you think you can’t deal with this shit anymore.
The village is here.
The community of mums who understand how it feels,
To struggle with horrible thoughts,
And not knowing what’s real.
Post partum psychosis.
Whatever you are going through,
Us mums are here.
Needing a little extra support
Should not be considered a last resort.
Please don’t doubt
That there is help out there.
If you need to scream and shout
People will be holding your hand throughout.
Either literally or metaphorically.
Us mums will be there categorically,
Holding your hand.
There are people who understand.
In this village of firsthand
You are a fabulous mummy.
I promise this is the truth,
And this truth will be here whenever you are able to see it.
This village of hope is so much better with you in it.