Do you find yourself feeling trapped within the bubble of
parenthood? Do the walls of your house seem to be closing in on you? Does the
air feel heavy and make it feel so hard to breathe?
All this and so much more happens to so many of us as we start
our journey through parenthood. New mothers, left exhausted and sleep deprived,
unable to adjust quickly enough to the changes the new arrival has brought to
the life you used to have. No privacy, no time for yourself, no time to eat, to
drink, to take a shower. You lose the grasp of the reality and days become
nights; you are lost, you are lonely, you are trapped; trapped at home, trapped
within the tired and exhausted self, trapped mentally, physically and
emotionally.
No one doubts your love and care for your new baby. You love
them so much that you give yourself entirely without holding back, you live and
breathe your child, doing everything to make sure your baby is healthy and
happy. You devote, dedicate, you give your all, leaving your mental and
physical health neglected because, in your eyes, you do not matter.
I have been through this, and I felt like I was disintegrating.
I felt so lonely, even when people were around. I felt helpless, even if help
was offered. I felt weak, I felt like I was failing, even when I did well. I
was scared to speak and tell anyone how I was truly feeling inside, holding a
brave front, masking it with makeup, acting like I had a good control of
everything.
I struggled. I hated how I was feeling, hated myself, my
post-pregnancy body, hated me. I didn’t like to feel weak, I thought I
was not supposed to feel this way. I thought I was not allowed to be anything
but strong and put together.
How wrong I was!
Exactly at the moment that I allowed myself to simply be, the
way I wanted to be in that moment in time, I found the way out from that trap.
It was nine o’clock in the morning. I hardly closed my eyes that
night, because my baby was restless and needed constant rocking and feeding. I
was beyond words exhausted. My husband went to work and I was still in the same
state of shock, and due to a complete numbness from tiredness and lack of
sleep, I found it impossible to move around. My baby was still sleeping on my
chest and I felt like I was disappearing. I haven’t been going outside by
myself or with my baby for weeks, not even for walks or strolls, as I felt so
uncomfortable, lacked confidence and just unwilling to face the world in the
state that I was. I felt so trapped in my home, yet I also felt like hiding
further away from everything and everyone.
That morning, I really wanted to get some fresh air, as I felt
my chest was getting heavier by the minute. And then I did something, I never
thought I would. I put my wrapped up sleeping baby in a cosy and warm blanket
and put him in the pushchair; put some jeans and top on, trainers, long coat (
to cover the mismatched outfit I had on) , put my hair up, shades ( no way I
could put makeup on) and I just went out. It was nine o’clock on a chilly
morning in London.
I was all alone outside, apart from an occasional dog walker or
a jogger. I walked slowly, putting one foot in front of the other, carefully
pushing the buggy. My baby was asleep. ‘Just five minutes’ I thought and I told
myself to keep on walking. Just like that, putting one foot in front of the
other, making the shakiest and unconfident steps I walked for forty minutes all
around the docks. I walked slowly, with my eyes often closed for a moment
longer than an average blink, slowly inhaling that fresh morning air. There we
were, just me and my baby.
I was so tired, but my tiredness didn’t affect me, I was
enjoying the fresh air, and in fact, it made me feel so much better. I walked
and walked without looking at anyone, hiding behind my shades, looking around
and enjoying the freedom of world around me, all beyond the walls of my house.
My baby had finally woken up and I found myself next to a bench
in a small hidden piece of green heaven. I sat there and did something I
haven’t done before, I breastfed outside my house whilst being on my own.
I enjoyed that moment I shared with my baby and I realised that
there was a world outside the walls of our house.
This was the day I broke free from the entrapment and the prison
I found myself locked from the inside of our home.
Every morning, from that point on, I would go out for a nice
long walk, no matter the weather. I liked to go early, whether I slept the
night before or not because I liked the quietness of the mornings before the
crowds hit the streets. I liked to share those moments with my baby, but I also
found this to be the most therapeutic experience for the emotionally and
mentally struggling me.
My walks became and still remain my therapy.
Every day I felt more and more excited to go out.
Some days, I’d dress up and have my make up done, others I’d
hide in my coat and cover my tired eyes with my shades.
Slowly, my walks became longer and it became my escape from the
daily stresses and frustrations as a new mother. I used to talk to myself, and
I didn’t care anymore that someone might think I was weird, I was talking to my
baby…even if he was asleep, but I was talking it all out, letting it all go,
releasing my chest from the heavy weight of raw emotions and uncontrollable
feelings. I wasn’t lonely anymore, I had my baby to talk to! And Boy we had
some awesome conversations! And the best part was, my baby would never judge
me! Neither would he say anything back, he’d just share a lovely smile that makes
my heart skip a beat each time and that was the best reply I could have ever
asked for!
I then met a couple of other new mums and made new friends. At
that point, I found talking to strangers a lot easier than my loved ones. We
shared our experience and I learned that I was not alone.
Then, I explored new areas and came up with new routes; soon
turning a couple of nice and quiet places into my secret spots; spending hours
there with my baby, enjoying our little adventures, having a bite, taking
photos and just enjoying being outside.
I believe that my walk therapy had rescued me and has brought
light to a very, very dark place that I was a prisoner in.
Whatever you are going through, I’m asking you to make
that first step and go outside. Hide in a long coat, put your shades on, leave
your house at five in the morning, do whatever makes you comfortable, but
please, put your baby in the pushchair, wrap them up warm and cosy and please
just put one foot in front of the other and just go out and fill your lungs
with fresh air.
I know it’s tough, I know you might feel tired, lost and
simply not want to do anything for yourself, but believe me, a mother who has
gone through it and knows how lonely and painful the numbness of emotional and
mental exhaustion can be, please just go out.
Trust me, your inner self will be eternally grateful if
you take your own hand and make that step. You need to break free, to break the
walls and push them back from closing in on you, and see that you are beautiful
and you are strong, even if you are feeling weak, and all you need is just a
little bit of air.
Talk to your baby, even if they are asleep, get all those
built up frustrations and pains out, free your mind, your chest, your heart!
And most importantly, just have that time, whilst still
with your baby, whilst still being an amazing mother, still have that time for
yourself!!! And just breathe! Just walk! Rediscover yourself and at least for
the time that you are walking, remind yourself that you are not just a wonderful
mother but you are an amazing person!
Written by Mayden ( Instagram @maydens_world)
@imperfectlyperfectmum.com
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