A gift from the heavens.
(My baby Ned just a few hours old)
I saw something on Sunday that continues to sadden me.
You see, in the Sunday social pages, there was a photo of a well known (in both Australia and the UK) celebrity and her now equally well known partner at a large week-long boating and racing social event on an island in North Queensland.
Of course, this event looked like massive fun and the photos showcased a smorgasboard of other famous faces who had joined this pair to party.
But the thing that really made the heckles on my motherly neck rise, was the (highlighted) fact that this particular couple have a 6 week old baby who was also in attendance on the island. It read somewhat as though they deserved congratulations for bringing the bub along.
Of course, I don't know their particular situation and there could be lots of really great reasons why they decided to hang out up there. Work. Holiday. Getting away from paparazzi. Charity, perhaps. I hope so.
My first assumption though (remembering that assumptions are naughty things that sometimes get us into trouble, but I'll share my thoughts anyway) was that this couple wanted to prove to themselves and the world that having a baby would not compromise their lifestyle; that having a baby was no big deal; that their child would learn to fit into their life and schedules and not the other way around.
If this were the case, heading off to a social event like this with a 6 week old in tow could be a perfect example of how it can be done.
Assumptions ARE naughty, aren't they. And possibly completely wrong, but my little brain has been busy filing arguments against my own assumptions!!
I'll put forward my arguments here, for you to judge.
Having a child IS a big deal
Many women over the age of 35 who don't yet have children will attest to the point that having a child is not something to be taken for granted. Falling pregnant, maintaining a pregnancy and having a live healthy birth are not rights, but are in fact, a privilege. So, it must be said that if a pregnancy is successful and results in a newborn child, it IS a big deal. Something that you want to celebrate by igniting fireworks into the evening sky and posting on the front of every newspaper, whether you are famous or not. The other thing is that the act of growing a child inside of you is also a big deal. It takes a lot out of you, it does drain your energy and you do need replenishment. And it takes time for this replenishment to happen. In my opinion, six weeks is not enough time. 3 months at least and mum and bub would both be off to a flying start.
A baby does change our life
It has been said that 'having a baby is like forever having your heart walk around outside of you' (or something like that). It is true. From the moment of conception, our life as we know it changes. We eat food we don't normally like or throw up after our faves, our body morphs and grows into this unfamiliar beast (or beauty-depending on our thinking), we suddenly love 8.30pm bedtimes and naps and staying home (nesting) becomes a real treat. The labour and birth itself is but a transition. A newborn adds the surprise element. Hopefully, we already feel something akin to love but our hormones kickstart a tiger instinct and God help anyone who tries to get in our way. Breastfeeding helps, of course, in fine-tuning this instinct but it is in all of us. Most mothers feel a primal need to keep the newborn within eye-sight in order to keep watch and protection over their young. In the newborn to three month stage,(and for some mama's, this stage lasts one or two years) a mother often ditches any semblance of a social life in order to provide a safe and secure home-life and some form of healthy predictability, a rhythm of sorts. The baby takes priority and mother willingly forgoes some of her usual pleasures, finding a new pleasure in striving to do their best ever for their most beloved human kin. I'm not sure how any mother of a new born willingly leaves them in the care of someone else, even if it is only for an hour in the care of the world's best nanny or your own mum, for something as trivial as a party.
I remember attending my sister's wedding when Ned was six weeks old. My only goal for this day was to ensure that whatever I wore would provide easy access for breast feeding. My entire being was consumed with my need to care for, and protect, this newborn from too much noise or stimulation and I willingly hovered on the edge of the gathering all day long.
Thankfully, I was able to nip out to feed Ned in the privacy of the house or garden, but how I longed to be at home quietly with my baby and family. No other non-obligatory social gathering, no matter how wonderful, would have interested me in the slightest!
Our life does change for baby
Whether we like it or not, having a baby means compromise. It means putting someone else's needs first.
It means getting up to do the graveyard shift, it means wiping poo from bottoms and wearing someone else's projectile vomit. But 80% of the time (the other 20% is when we can't stand up for lack of sleep!), we do this happily and willingly.
Having a child means our priorities change. It is less about us having a glass of wine in a city bar and more about family meals around the table. Yes, every member of the family must have some of their needs met, but not necessarily every one. We get to choose our own limits and boundaries, what we keep in our lives, and what we willingly, for a time, give up. Highlight- FOR A TIME.
I hold heartfelt concern for a mother who doesn't seem to be able to forgo her own needs for even the shortest time. Surely, it can't be difficult to place the needs of our newborn, and their need for us, at the top of our priorities for twelve short weeks.
Whether three months, 5 years or until entry into school, surely we owe our children, these ones we birth out of choice, this consideration.
What do you think???
All of this mind-full chatter has once again ignited my thinking about baby moons, perpetual movement, air travel, living outside of town and the quandry of attention deficit disorder. More tomorrow...
And, then all those delicious things I promised you!
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