Well, after rereading over my hashtags to make sure there were no mistakes I now feel SUPER awkward about posting this, but awkwardness is not a new feeling for me so here goes nothing…

#SoManyThingsIWantToSay
#YetSoManyThingsIDoNotWantToSay
#IEmailedPicturesToMyselfWithTheEmailSubjectsBeingTooSelfishToBeAMotherAndImSoDumb
#SoDumbBecauseIDoNotHaveToWorkForNowAndYetIAmSoStressedOut
#AndIDecidedToMakeABlogWhichIJustWantToQuit
#ButIHaveInvestedTimeAndMoneyInItAlreadyAndDoNotWantToQuit
#SelfishBecauseIWantToWorkOnMyStuff
#SureItIsAboutMotherhoodNowButIDoNotKnow
#INeedToOrganiseMyTimeBetter
#ThisMorningIHadACoupleOfNapsButISwearIJustGoToSleepAndBStartsCrying
#ThisHappensInTheNightThough
#SheGoesToSleepThenSheIsCryingAgainAMinuteLaterThoughReallyItIsAWhile
#ICalledTheDoctorsAgainThisAfternoonAsIWasGettingWorriedAboutHerSpotsAndRash
#TheySaidToTryADifferentCreamAndAnotherOneWhichSheWouldGiveUsAPrescriptionFor
#TiagoWentToGetItAndThenBJustStartedToCry
#IChangedHerNappyAndBottleFedHerExpressedMilkAsDoNotLikeBreastfeedingHerAtTheMomentBecauseIDoNotWantToTouchHerNeckAndRashMuch
#IThoughtTheMilkWouldBeEnoughAndThenICouldPump
#ButItWasNotEnoughAndSheWasJustCrying
#IShouldHaveExpressedWhileIBottleFedHer
#TheFirstWeekWhenWeWereHomeBHadBeenFedSoTiagoWentFoodShopping
#ILayMyHeadDownFor10SecondsThenSheStartedToCryAndDidNotStopUntilHeGotHome
#SeeingHerSkinJustMakesMeFeelSoGuilty
#IfICouldGoBackInTimeIWouldMakeSureSheAlwaysHadABibOnOrMilkWasCleanedFromHerNeck
#IFeelLikeSuchABadMumAndMaybeIAm
#TheOtherWeekISaidToAGroupThatNowIHaveHadABabyICanFinallyPutMyselfFirst
#WhichMakesNoSenseAsBComesFirst
#INeedToChange
#DoingMyArtKeepsMeSaneSoMaybeIJustNeedToBeMoreOrganised
#IShouldNotBeWastingWaterOnTears
#IKeepGettingDehydratedAndCryingDoesNotHelpMyMilkProduction
#IEmailedPicturesToMyselfWithTheEmailSubjectsBeingTooSelfishToBeAMotherAndImSoDumb
I probably should have called the image ‘Being Too Selfish To Be A Mother – I’m So Dumb‘, but that really felt uncomfortable. I did two sets of pictures, but 5 minutes apart; the photo above is from the second set. I was going to choose another from the first set, but it seemed unnecessary.
#SoDumbBecauseIDoNotHaveToWorkForNowAndYetIAmSoStressedOut #AndIDecidedToMakeABlogWhichIJustWantToQuit
#ButIHaveInvestedTimeAndMoneyInItAlreadyAndDoNotWantToQuit
I was frustrated, because this is the first time in years that I haven’t had to ‘work work’ (as in have a job), but I’ve given myself more work by making a blog. At this point I was quite far behind with posting stuff, but I feel better now that I’m catching up with myself. I’ll feel better when I’m posting more in real time and not everyday like I am trying to do at the moment.
#SelfishBecauseIWantToWorkOnMyStuff
#SureItIsAboutMotherhoodNowButIDoNotKnow
#INeedToOrganiseMyTimeBetter
Not having to ‘work work’ gives me more time to work on my art stuff, but days are quite long in a weird way. At this point I was trying to do blog posts in the day, but now I usually wait until Tiago has some downtime in the evening so he can look after B and I can do a bit of my work. I feel like I’m more productive in a shorter amount of time as I can’t faff as much anymore.
#ThisMorningIHadACoupleOfNapsButISwearIJustGoToSleepAndBStartsCrying
#ThisHappensInTheNightThough
#SheGoesToSleepThenSheIsCryingAgainAMinuteLaterThoughReallyItIsAWhile
I close my eyes and then she cries. I tell her ‘you’ve just been fed, go back to bed’ (rhyme), but then I look at my phone and see that it’s been 3 hours since I fed her. Sometimes it has been 5 hours and it honestly feels like a minute.
#ICalledTheDoctorsAgainThisAfternoonAsIWasGettingWorriedAboutHerSpotsAndRash
#TheySaidToTryADifferentCreamAndAnotherOneWhichSheWouldGiveUsAPrescriptionFor
It was a steroid cream, and in the end we didn’t use it as the pharmacist seemed a bit hesitant about it because B was so young. We tried sudocrem (as the doctor said we could) and it made a big difference, otherwise I would have tried the cream that we got given. I would have used it sooner if it had been recommended before, but she initially suggested a different one. Typically sudocrem was the only one that we had at home already.
#TiagoWentToGetItAndThenBJustStartedToCry
#IChangedHerNappyAndBottleFedHerExpressedMilkAsDoNotLikeBreastfeedingHerAtTheMomentBecauseIDoNotWantToTouchHerNeckAndRashMuch
Her skin was so bad that I really didn’t want to hold her in any way that I thought might hurt her more. I should have fed her in the lying down position, but I only mastered that recently.
#IThoughtTheMilkWouldBeEnoughAndThenICouldPump
#ButItWasNotEnoughAndSheWasJustCrying
#IShouldHaveExpressedWhileIBottleFedHer
If I was a mind reader things would be a lot different. Knowing when she will wake up/how long she will sleep next, how much she will eat/drink etc – I’d be able to plan things better. But because I don’t know I just have to guess and sometimes I guess wrong…
#SeeingHerSkinJustMakesMeFeelSoGuilty
#IfICouldGoBackInTimeIWouldMakeSureSheAlwaysHadABibOnOrMilkWasCleanedFromHerNeck
On this occasion I’d look at her neck and then just cry. I felt so bad. I hadn’t felt comfortable washing her loads before and that was mainly why it was like this. I’d feel better, then I’d look at her neck and cry again.
#IFeelLikeSuchABadMumAndMaybeIAm
#TheOtherWeekISaidToAGroupThatNowIHaveHadABabyICanFinallyPutMyselfFirst
#WhichMakesNoSenseAsBComesFirst
I felt so awful after I realised what I had said. To be fair at times I still forget I’m a mother, particularly if B is asleep or if T has her and I’m in a different room to them. I’m going to say that I meant as I’m not currently ‘working working’ that it means my art comes first, rather than me even though I am in my work, but maybe I just meant what I said. I definitely don’t feel that way now. I know that B comes first and maybe saying that out loud made me think about things in a different way.
#INeedToChange
#DoingMyArtKeepsMeSaneSoMaybeIJustNeedToBeMoreOrganised
#IShouldNotBeWastingWaterOnTears
#IKeepGettingDehydratedAndCryingDoesNotHelpMyMilkProduction
I feel like I have changed and I am more organised. My art definitely helps me a lot (and helps my family by having a mother/wife who is happier) and knowing that I have time in the evenings to do some things is great if I haven’t managed to do stuff whilst B sleeps in the day.
I (currently) haven’t cried since this day, though I feel like saying that means that another session is imminent. I don’t think so, though I should have said it was the last time I cried for negative reasons – I now often find myself crying tears of joy, because B has smiled at me lots or cooed at me, which I find adorable as the sound is sweet and her lips look so cute. That seems weird to say, but it’s true.
❤ (Because I’m so organised now I’ve signed up for a coding course and in the intro stuff it says to learn how to do the shortcut for bringing up the emojis box. I didn’t know there was a emojis box, but I just brought it up –Mac – press cmd + ctrl + space / Windows -press Win+. or Win+; – and put the heart in because B is adorable.)
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