It's OK, to not be OK

Most my blog posts are mainly funny little laughs about my day with a baby, and laughing at the not so funny poonami explosions in Costa or a squealing baby nonestop til gingy walks in. And we can all laugh because we can all relate.But when its a reality every day, on lack of sleep. It’s totally OK NOT TO BE OK. it’s OK if sometimes you want your old life back,  you’re not resenting or regretting your little angel (or devil with an angels face)  but sometimes it’s nice to look back on what was. Those holiday pics where your boobs are on your chest not sitting on your belly. And your belly button isn’t all crinkly.

It’s OK to admit that sometimes you spend half your day crying along with your teething baby, because the bonjela, calpol, rocking, sing – songs and paw patrol just isn’t working.

And although frowned upon I totally understand calling your baby an asshole under your breath when they won’t stop that weird whinge. They’re fed, played with and changed… Why are you whinging?! 

Never feel bad about taking an hour off, having a babysitter just so you can be you, having a date night just so you can be boyfriend girlfriend /husband wife without being mummy and daddy.

Sometimes you feel anxious to go to baby groups because ‘what if this happens’ what if you see someone you don’t want to see in your sleep deprived unbrushed hair state.what if.. What if.. What if. (we all do it) 

But you know what it’s TOTALLY fuckin’ normal to not to feel over the moon, no matter how your baby came, virgin Mary, ivf, adopted, a whoopsie baby, or even if you dreamed of this little bundle for years on end. Don’t worry about the days where you want your old life, your old body, your full nights sleep. Because sometimes it’s OK not to be ok. Babies are a huge change. Change in relationships, change in finance, change in household dynamics, change in going out (the list goes on….)

If you’re having a not OK day, pop yourself some makeup on. Brush your hair. Grab yourself a drink (your choice of alcohol)  and just think… It’s alright. It’s just a bad day.and the second your baby smiles at you I guarantee that bad day will be over.