I don’t usually do blog posts like this but I was dying to let this out and I thought what better way to do it but to all you lovely readers.
Now, I fell pregnant with my little monster at 17. To some that is too young, truthfully, I couldn’t care less. I was at sixth form, living with my mum and I had the typical teenage lifestyle. Obviously finding out I was pregnant was a shock to Matt and I but come on, we knew what we were doing and what the outcome of that COULD be but we were over the moon.
We’ll skip to February 2015, I gave birth to Oliver at 18 years old. Matt and I were living together at my mums house until we could find the right house to buy.
I instantly found that I had gained more friends than I had in my whole life time once I announced I was pregnant, the amount of messages and other mums/to be mums wanting to be involved was honestly mind blowing.
This didn’t last however – as Oliver hit around 6 months they all seemed to disappear. The to be mums had their own babies and everyone else had faded away.
I then realised that as some of the new mums babies grew, it started to feel like a ‘competition’. Who’s baby can do what first, say what first, blah blah blah. It had turned from helpful comparison to a hurtful competition in my eyes.
As a few people had their babies around the same time as I had Oliver, some of the posts they were putting would somehow get to me. It felt like a race to see who’s baby could sit up first, stand first and all of the other lovely milestones they reach – I hated it. There were a few comments that were clear digs at other parents and it made my blood boil.
It started to make me feel insecure, as if I was doing something wrong. It took a lot for me to realise that ALL babies develop differently and he will do things when he’s ready.
Oliver wasn’t slow with things but I felt like he should be doing more, I now realise how stupid that was of me. It took a good reality check and a talk with those closest to me to realise that what will be will be, all babies do things at different ages and he will do things when he’s ready to.
The reason I wanted to put this out there was because I know I’m not the only one who was sucked in to the ‘competition’ mindset and I want people to realise that it doesn’t matter.
Some babies are slow, some are fast, it means nothing. Enjoy the moment and don’t wish the times away, that’s a mistake I’ve made and I regret it more than anything. I now enjoy every second and don’t think about what’s to come.
Thanks for reading!