When you’re pregnant you get lots of advice, some bad, some good, some pointless. I was told by a GP at the hospital when I was pregnant with Will that I shouldn’t listen to advice from anyone over 40, the next hospital appointment I had a midwife that probably delivered Jesus. It can be so confusing in the hospital when you see so many different professionals, each with their own conflicting opinions. If you are pregnant then please, please whatever you do, find your tribe.
Maybe you’re lucky and all your friends are having babies at the same time so you already have a tribe but maybe all your friends are at work while you’re at home wondering if there’s any point in showering today. Unfortunately all my friends and family live at least 45 minutes away so I was one of those new mum’s at home alone wondering what now?
Luckily last year I was allocated a mothers group through my child health nurse and boy did I score. We got a small group of six and everyone is a legend. If you are offered a mothers group then go, even if you are half an hour late because your baby shat on you at the front door, just get there. I was sad to hear that not everyone is invited to join a mothers group and if you’re a second or third time mum you might even be rejected from a new mother’s group. Maybe you joined a mothers group and you just don’t vibe with them. Maybe your baby is advanced or behind and it makes you feel isolated, if so then look for your tribe elsewhere.
I initially saw Instagram as a way of promoting my blog but instead I found a community of mum’s supporting and encouraging each other. If you want to find your tribe through Instagram I would suggest two way
Hashtags: Searching the hashtag age bracket for your child #ninemonths or #9months is one way, or searching the area you live in #perthmum #perthmums.
Follow Babes & Picnics: Babes & Picnics is a group on Instagram founded by Lucia De Mello. Lu has brought together mum’s from all around Australia by arranging picnic meet ups. I am the ambassador for Babes and Picnics Perth (South picnics) and I love meeting new mama’s to chat with each month.
You can also join Babes and Picnics Perth on Facebook
So toddler tantrums are just a fact of life these days. Will is 20 months old and has been tantruming for a while now but he’s only recently ramped it up a notch. If you follow me on Instagram you would have seen a couple of his previous attempts. In one tantrum he forgot halfway through when the TV caught his attention. In another he slowly laid down on his back, resting his head on the grass for a few seconds before getting back up. Amateur.
Today we’ve had a good day, when Pete gets home I will even tell him that Will has been wonderful. Don’t get me wrong, there’s been tantrums. It was pretty shitty of me to try and wipe the snot off his nose, he’s not a baby. Leaving the park because it was raining? Cruel. I really should have bought him a car when we were grocery shopping, he is an entitled white man after all. Oh and changing a nappy is totally barbaric, I’m lucky he didn’t call Amnesty International.
The scary part of all this? I am pretty sure we haven’t even scratched the surface yet. The best part? I can still say ‘he’s teething’ even if that’s not even true.
I know the Glucose challenge test (GCT) instructions said to eat normally 3 days leading up to the test but my plan was to eat ridiculously healthy and somehow cheat the results. I doubt that’s possible but anyway that was the plan. So when we got the all clear from emergency the other night I realised it was 10pm, I hadn’t eaten since lunch and even then it was two chobani flips, hardly the nutritious meal I had planned. Anyway there I was with 30 minutes to eat before I had to fast for 10 hours. Obviously I got MacDonalds.
So after fasting for 9.5 hours I arrived at my appointment, concerned they would ask how long I’d fasted for and cancel the test. They didn’t and 40 minutes later when I got my first bloods drawn it had been 10 hours and 10 minutes anyway. The nurse was a little intimidating and visibly annoyed when I wasn’t sure how many weeks pregnant I was. I panicked and said 26 weeks, close enough. She gave me a green bottle of sugar syrup which I had to drink in front of her. I told her I was glad it was gluten free, she asked if I was gluten intolerant and I said no. She laughed and we instantly became best friends. The drink was nice to begin with then a bit too syrupy by the end.
I went back to the waiting room which was packed full of grumpy old people, it felt like we were all in a competition to prove who’s time was more important and therefore most inconvenienced by being there. I kept expecting to feel really sick like when I was pregnant with Will and had the GCT test. The hour passed quickly though with only a mild sense of sickliness, I got my bloods taken and had one last hour to go.
I went back to the waiting room which had thinned out. One preggo was hunched over like she had the nods from a huge dose of heroin. Another preggo was seemingly unaffected, studiously reading a book titled ‘everything you need to know before baby’s arrival’. Cute. I remembered my pay wave wasn’t working so I transferred all my money from one account to another, the idea being that paying for parking would be quicker. Then it dawned on me they were different banks so now all my money was up in the cloud and I didn’t have enough to pay for parking. Clever.
So the next hour over I had my bloods done one final time and left. Now we just need to await the results! Fingers crossed I don’t have Gesto!
P.S The parking office informed me that if I pressed the assist button on the way out of the carpark and said ‘help me I’m poor’ they would let me pay $7. Lucky.