I’m not normally one to have regrets, in general think life it too short to look back and think ‘what if?’. However, I’d be lying if I said that was my attitude all of the time. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who doesn’t look back at their life and wonder how things would have gone differently if they’d made different decisions.
This, however, isn’t regarding any particular decisions I made in my life but more what I wish I had done. I’m writing this in the hopes that maybe someone who is pregnant may read it and it may remind them to do something that they have been putting off.
So here we go! My 5 regrets as a new mum/pregnant lady.
- Worrying- this is actually something that I am still trying to work on now. However, throughout my pregnancy and Atlas’s first few weeks of life I feel that I spent so much time worrying about what could go wrong that I didn’t enjoy my pregnancy and his early weeks as much as I could have. As I’ve said before, from the minute I found out I was pregnant I had the miscarriage rates on my phone and I checked them daily. I regularly said to Mr. K. ‘I wonder what i would be like if I didn’t have access to all of this information’- I’d probably be less of a worrier and spend more time soaking up every moment.
- No pictures of my bare bump!- Now I know that the general public wouldn’t want to see my stretch marked massive belly whilst I was pregnant but I massively regret not taking any photos for myself. I look down at my belly now, which still resembles a deflated balloon, and I can’t imagine what it looked like when there was a baby inside of it. Don’t get me wrong, I took PLENTY of bump shots with clothes on but it would definitely have been nice to see how my body changed underneath the fabric. So any mummy’s to be out there, get that belly out and take as many photos as you can!
- (This one kind of ties in with the last one) No videos of my baby belly- Similarly to the last point, I knew that there weren’t many people in the world that wold have happily watched my belly moving around so I didn’t take any videos. I so so wish I had because I can’t remember what it looked like or how it felt. I have always said that I only want one baby and I feel like I don’t have the memories to look back on and that makes me sad
(and kind of want another baby).
- When Atlas was born, because of how the birth went (read about that here) I didn’t get the opportunity to have skin to skin contact with him straight away. This had always been something that I desperately wanted to do. Now, when I watch one born every minute I see ladies who have had c-sections who still get their babies plonked on their chest when they’re born. I know it was different circumstances for me, with it being an emergency, but I wish I had at least asked for them to put him on me. The worst they could have said was no.
- No photos when he was first-born. Again I think this was conducive to the fact that I was having an emergency c-section and we were all very tired after 2 days of being in labour. Nothing was planned, but it would have been nice for me to have a photo of meeting him for the first time. I look at lots of lovely photos of when a mother and baby have the initial meet and the amount of love that is captured in that photo gives me a pang of envy in the pit of my stomach.
And that’s it! Short and sweet today my lovelies as this sleep regression is killing me!
Hope you all have a lovely weekend,