Meeting Other Mums – scarier than your first post-partum poo

Today I’m throwing it back four years to those hazy newborn day of projectile vomiting, Korma-esque shits and distant memories of sleeping for more than an hour at a time.

Once your beautiful new little person has been brought into the world and you have got used to(I use that term loosely) your new life as a mum, you start to get cabin fever and realise that there’s a whole new world to be discovered.You are on maternity leave and your pre-baby friends are carrying on as normal but you are off during the week, you have only Jeremy Kyle and a small baby for company.

You get bored.  This is normal.  It’s a little bit shit.

You decide to venture out – maybe to your local supermarket, and it may take you three hours to get out of the house; but you get there.  You are happy that you are out, buying toilet cleaner and useless store cupboard ingredients.  You are living the dream.

I can remember my biggest challenge was pushing the pram up a huge hill to my local supermarket.  Sounds lame but four weeks post C-section I was not in a good way and I craved a nose around a supermarket.  I even visited a local bathroom showroom in my post-partum non-driving boredom.

I made it up the big hill, my insides didn’t fall out and I only pissed myself once.

And then eight weeks post-op I was given the green light; I could drive.

Cue Hallelujah’s and fireworks.  I was so happy.

I could go and do sensory classes, baby groups, and all the other shit that Other Mums do.

I was mega excited for this.  In my head I could imagine how we would meet up every Wednesday for a Caramel Latte and a panini, and discuss how amazing our little cherubs were.

Then we would go to Parent & Baby Groups and meet more new mums; all the time wearing our mummy-uniform of jeans and Converse and life would be great.

I got quite the shock.

Firstly; motherhood isn’t easy.  Babies don’t sleep a lot initially and neither do you.  I was tired and could barely speak let alone venture out.  Plus the prospect of meeting someone whose baby slept through from three days old – I’d have probably smacked the fucker.  I wanted to know how Other Mums always looked so amazing and I was a spotty, wobbly, greasy post-partum mess.

Secondly; maternity pay is shocking.  I could barely afford to stretch to a bottle of water let alone a Caramel Latte and any groups I wanted to do.  Save money – stay in, eat mouldy bread, splurge on wine.

Thirdly; Other Mums.  I shall elaborate.

I don’t like to stereotype, in fact I fucking hate stereotyping.

But meeting Other Mums is scary as fuck.

As a first time mum you don’t know what the hell you are doing.  It’s like building sixteen flat-pack wardrobes with no instructions while wearing mittens.

You think giving birth is scary.  Worse than that, your first post-baby poo, remember how scary that was?

Walking into a group of Other Mums is terrifying.  Had I wrapped my baby right?  Was I feeding him okay?  Did I look okay?  Shit – they are all so skinny, they look like they haven’t had a baby.  I look like I’ve eaten twenty babies.

And they were already in little clusters of friend-groups.  And they looked about as friendly as a hungry shark.

Nope, groups weren’t for me.

I decided to use Facebook to find other mums who lived nearby in the hope I would meet someone who I might click with.  Someone that would understand and laugh with me.

Someone who wouldn’t judge me when I said I’d not changed my milk-stained bra for five days straight.  Or wouldn’t condemn me when I openly dissed my child for shitting on my sofa and not sleeping.

But I did meet some rather strange people.

There was Cling-on Carrie, a mum of two who wanted to go everywhere with me and turned up on my doorstep daily.  Our brief friendship ended when she got upset that I had met up with one of my pre-baby friends without her.  Strange.

There was Two-sheds Tania, a mum of one who’s son was a week younger than mine.  She took great joy in telling me how her child had recited the alphabet at three months old and other ridiculousness.  She would also tell me how poor I was and how bad I was for buying things second-hand.  Last I heard, her little brainbox had passed 17 GCSEs aged two.  Or some other bollocks.

There was Anxious Annie, bless her.  Anxious Annie would spontaneously combust if she saw your do anything that wasn’t by the book or recommended.  We fell out when I told her I’d give my colic-ridden baby gripe water the day before he could officially have it.

(names and stories changed and tweaked to protect true identities – Cling-on Carrie knows where I live and I’m not risking another protection order)

Jokes aside, it’s okay if you don’t want to do baby classes and groups – if you want to hide away and stay indoors and get excited about a trip to the supermarket, it’s fine.

Moral of the story?  Go out if you want to.  Stay in if you want to.  Don’t feel ashamed if you fail to make it to baby sensory because you got pissed on half a glass of Sauvignon Blanc last night.


15 thoughts on “Meeting Other Mums – scarier than your first post-partum poo

  1. I found it scarier second time round. When I had my first the health visitor had a first time mums group that you were forced to go to. But it was actually great. We were all in the same boat, and I met some fantastic like minded friends there. Second time round I had to go it alone and I found it hard to infiltrate the first time mum cliques. They didn’t want me in their gang because I was an ‘experienced’ mum. Although if having a second has taught me anything, it’s that experience counts for shit! No two babies are the same, even when they come out of the same hole 😉 Thanks for linking up to #FridayFrolics

  2. Love this post!! I too had a milk stained bra for days, why does it matter anyway it’s not like I was having sex hasa! The baby classes were strange, you could feel the anxiety and longing for champagne as you stepped into the room, moms checking you and your baby out, it was like the worst first date with the neediest yet coldest group of men ever haha (I don’t know what I’m saying right now I’m sleep deprived and work has literally killed me this week) on that note, I think this is one of my favourite posts from you thanks so much for sharing with #StayClassyMama!

  3. The title of this is everything! LOL

    This is hilarious! I suffer from OMI too. (Other Mom Intimidation) I really don’t know why, because I really don’t care what people think of me. Or do I? Hmmm.

    Thanks for the’re great!


  4. Yep those groups do have some odd characters…I won’t share some of the nicknames we created for some less than inclusive Mums, but in time a group of misfits bonded over a comedy line about bushes. Mum friends rock, it’s just a case of finding the right one for you, the right way for you.

    Thanks for linking up to #coolmumclub

  5. Ahahaha! Pissing myself! I think I’ve met these women…! I think there’s this expectation that we’ll make friends with the first Mum that comes along because they’re a Mum, so we’re bound to get on, right?! Nope. And some of them are scary. Anxious Annie is my least favourite. I met her today at baby rhyme time (which we fell into having popped into the library and it had just started) #coolmumclub

  6. I agree, when you’re a new mum and still a bit unsure of things, meeting new mums can be quite daunting. You’re afraid of being judged, afraid of your toddler throwing that massive public meltdown, just afraid.
    PS: Love the ways you described Cling-on-Carrie and gang;)

  7. I love this! Meeting other mums is scary. I did NCT so I have friends from that (they aren’t scary at all), but going to other places and meeting other women is a bit terrifying. Everyone seems to know what they’re doing and lots of them seem a bit cliquey. I’ve finally made what I hope to be a proper friend now. We’ve swapped numbers and everything haha! #coolmumclub

  8. I actually love this. Possibly an unreasonable amount. In fact possibly so much so that I may need to change my name to Carrie… (Just kidding – honest!) When I saw you tweet the title I thought it was a post about Meet Other Mums (the website). Sorry – I’m a bit hard of understanding at times! 😉 Anyway – I’m rambling! Couldn’t agree more. I didn’t risk a baby group until my first was 6 months old and I literally walked in and sat by myself on a chair and just looked at all the other mums huddled into a tight little sharky circle with all their well behaved babies on the floor in the middle. Honestly – giving birth was easier than cracking those guys! This is brilliant. Thanks for sharing with #DreamTeam x

    1. Haha, I hadn’t thought of similar sites, oops – I’ve added a little disclaimer! Thankyou for reading xx

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