I’m a bit of a control freak.
There, I said it. I can admit it.
And a perfectionist too…just while we’re being honest.
At work, I settled for nothing less than the best from myself and my team. I worked my arse off throughout pregnancy doing 55-60 hours per week. I also hit the gym 3 times a week and only stopped on my due date, with one final spin class. Weekends were spent socialising, food shopping and cooking batch meals for the forthcoming week.
To put it bluntly, I had my shit together; I was doing pretty well.
I’m sure every parent can vouch for the fact that babies don’t give a monkeys about being perfect. There was suddenly a tiny, human terrorist in my house holding me hostage and I couldn’t get even the most basic of tasks done. There is absolutely no negotiating with a baby – they can be pretty unreasonable! There’s no schedule and for me, that lack of control made me feel exceptionally anxious.
A friend suggested Gina Ford to me and spoke frequently about someone she knew who followed it to the letter and now had children who cried on cue and were perfectly behaved. But let me tell you, the only thing worse than having no routine at all, is having a routine that your baby refuses to stick to!
It’s taken me a very, very long time to realise that I cannot control everything around me and whilst I think I am getting marginally better at feeling less anxious about this; I’m not sure that feeling will ever really 100% go away.
So, my only words of wisdoms for new parents is this: – the moment your baby is carried over the threshold into your home, they are the boss. Don’t resist, don’t fight…just accept that for the new 18 years, YOU. ARE. THEIR. BITCH.