Do you know if I’d been given a pound for every time I’d heard that phrase, or similar, in the last 6 months I’d be very well off by now! 15 days ago I became a mum again for the second time. My son is the greatest Christmas present that my husband and I could have asked for.
This pregnancy I have become very aware of how much our society likes to label and pigeon hole people.
15 years ago, when I chose to have my first son, I was labelled a young mum.I was put into the special care group so I saw the health visitor from much earlier on in pregnancy, and I was offered support they mainly offered to teenage mum’s in the area.
This time I ticked other boxes.I’m an older mum. I’m a second time mum, I’m a mature mum, I’m brave, I’m crazy, and the list goes on. Every time I met a new midwife they would ask “How old is your little one?” And would then make a comment like “oh not so little then” when I said he’s 15. I know to some people it is a big gap, and isn’t necessarily the life choice they would have made, but they don’t stop and think about whether there is a bigger picture to consider.
What I have realised is that being an older mum isn’t easier or harder in general terms, it is different. But it is different for lots of reasons. It’s different because I have a second child to consider. It is different because my life situation is different. Different hospital. Different home. Different life from 15 years ago.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The way my life has unfolded over the last 15+ years I know I couldn’t have had another baby. Life would have been so different to how it has been for many reasons.
This blog is going to be some of my parenting reflections. Parenting a new born and a teenager! Both challenges in their own rights and together. Balancing the needs of my two boys, my husband, and me. I don’t claim I will have all the answers or that I will get it right, but I will be honest!