Lockdown life is hard
This one shouldn’t need too much explaining. I have been fortunate enough to be furloughed and Kev is now working compressed hours in order to support me with caring for Squidge. So, we don’t have financial worries, when so many do. But my worries are still valid. Because, what we have is a 3 year old whose life has been turned upside down without explanation, removed from loving contact with people she loves. Every day, she is left in the care of her pregnant mummy, whose balance is increasingly shot, hips increasingly painful.
My temper is short and I am not proud of it. My pain threshhold is even lower. But I refuse to shy away from either of these things, because for us, it is the reality of it. I am not a crafty mum, with play prompts lovingly set up and Instagrammed every day. I cannot do it, so Squidge is living with the same cycle of activities I am able to manage from a seated position. Anything else, requiring physical play or time on the floor needs to wait until Daddy clocks off at 5:30. So if it’s not board games or playdough or drawing here, then it’s pretty much not happening.
I can barely make a loop of our street now, I am so heavy. I caught sight of my reflection in a car window the other day and have only just realised that I do in fact have a sizeable baby bump now. I have in fact hidden it by pushing my bum out as far as my bump has grown to counteract its weight, so it’s little wonder my lower back and hips have in fact been hurting so much when I move. I’ve been living in an inverted “S” stance for months and I didn’t even realise, 2 pregnancies in! So Squidge’s daily exercise is another one for Daddy if I can’t convince her to let me count off 100 bounces on the trampoline.
I miss the routine of old
I have spent most of Squidge’s life lamenting that I am not able to do as much as I would like with her. Except, now that the “coughs and sneezes” (which is how we have explained COVID-19 to her) have taken away swimming, gymnastics, the park, play dates, play group, toddler group and soft play, I realise that actually, we were doing just fine, and I can’t wait to get it all back and appreciate it. I also want to get Squidge some swimming lessons when the world becomes normal again, because I so wanted her to have her own little world of skills and friends before the baby came. I am heartbroken that my best laid plans have been so disturbed for us all.
Screen time is not the enemy….
I am not a fan of screen time, but I use it like all of us do and Squidge has gotten a lot from it so I know it has benefits. I now have to use it to help me cope also, because there’s no way, without the respite of playgroup and nursery whilst I am pregnant, that I can physically cope with caring for Squidge alone between 7:30am-5:30pm. I so wish I could, but it is useless to struggle against what my aches and pains are trying to tell me, because no-one benefits when I try.
This pregnancy, on top of the stressors of lockdown, I am absolutely exhausted and when Kev has been able to get up for me in the mornings (and no word of a lie, my husband is a legend!) I am quite able to sleep for 11-12 hours at a time at the moment and I remember well that this is not going to be possible with a newborn. So instead, on days when Kev is already at his desk for 7am and Squidge wakes up, she comes into our bed with me and watches Ben & Holly or Paw Patrol until I feel able to move and face the day. There was a day this week when that was midday. I bought her snacks and juice to the bed and whilst at the time, I felt horribly guilty. But why? It’s entirely necessary I use the tools I have in order to be in good form for my little girl. So, even if there are days when Peppa Pig stops by for hours, it is not all that is in Squidge’s life, however repetitive it may truthfully be at the moment.
….but social media might be
I love social media as much as the next person, but it is so important to remember that all anyone puts online is their highlight reel. Even in these times, it’s rarely used as a wellness platform (as an aside, for that, I highly and absolutely recommend Headspace!). People share their good days to make themselves feel positive. So kudos to the mums with the nature walks and play prompts, that’s great if you can. But as I mentioned, I cannot. No energy, not a creative bone in my body. The fact I am not you does not make me a bad mum. Admittedly, that’s not on you. This is my perception of what you have posted, because I can only interpret the way it makes me feel. I have to own that.
I have been shielding for 9 weeks now. There have been some low, low moments, because having your liberty removed for the greater good is not a natural adjustment. I have berated myself for not being the energetic, always engaged mum with endless creative and educational activities lined up, because others are handling this so well, they make it look so easy. Or do they? Are they crying with exhaustion and guilt on the kitchen floor too? Do their bodies ache as much as mine? Probably. For different reasons but probably.
It does not matter if I have not made our meals from fresh ingredients. What matters right now is that we eat, that we sleep, that we show love. Highlight reels hide so many of the low days it is inevitable will be experiencing in these times and whilst I am guilty of it, I am also a firm believer that we should feel brave enough to acknowledge these days, because they exist. They are real and they are truth.
As an offshoot to this thought, I am a self confessed bargain hunter, wanting to be frugal and get the most out of our money because soon, lockdown or not, we’ll be on one income and we need to make it work for the sake of my sanity and health when I have the gift of being able to stay at home raising our two children. It has beeen interesting to see people report ways that they are saving money throughout lockdown. We are lucky enough to be in this group, because our childcare setting stopped charging us when lockdown hit, our cleaning service is on hold (but God, I miss it!) and our fuel bill is miniscule.
Mum friends have reported saving money on activities that their children have not missed since being at home, happy instead with garden play and crafts with the endless supply of Amazon delivery boxes. I am not that mum. I love a bit of money saving, but lockdown has taught me that money spent in pursuit of my daughter’s entertainment is very well spent. So whilst we are in lockdown, I’m buying paints and new board games, and any money I have left is going towards the long list of renovations we need to complete to make our house our forever home.
However, when Squidge’s blessed routine is restored, money saving be damned. It will be worth every penny to keep her busy and engaged and meeting new people. So we have plans for swimming lessons, a magazine subscription to keep her busy on quiet days and as many groups as I can realistically manage with the new baby in tow. We are also maintaining a list of the activities she has missed or would like to do, including gymnastics, soft play, swimming, visits to the farm, park and beach and friends and I cannot wait to indulge them all. A quieter, slower pace of life might be fine for now, but it cannot last forever and I for one, will welcome it. My little girl deserves her own little world back.
This pregnancy will not be the experience I wanted (& that’s OK to say!)
This has perhaps been the hardest realisation of these strange times. I had such plans for caring for myself through this pregnancy. It has taken my whole life to realise that I require, that I deserve a certain level of self care to be at my best. I was determined that this time round, I would make sure there was hydrotherapy and physiotherapy and regular pregnancy massages to ease the awkward movements and pains of a CP pregnancy. I was going to start an aqua natal class as soon as I felt those familiar pains. (This was pretty instant with Squidge, but did not catch up with me until after lockdown was imposed this time at around 16 weeks, which I suppose is a saving grace, but my God, it’s hit me hard thanks to the lack of access to remedies!)
After feeling so unprepared for my first pregnancy and ultimately let down by the lack of knowledge about mothers with cerebral palsy, I was determined to feel more in control and calm about the whole experience. Ultimately, I wanted to appreciate what a wonder pregnancy is, particularly for a hard-worked body like mine, and if I could, I wanted to enjoy the experience. As it was, my family’s feet has not touched the floor, between hospitalisations and now lockdown, I’m 6 months pregnant as I write this post and were it not for the kicks in my swollen tummy, I’m not sure I’d know there’s a baby coming. We’ve had no time to digest, be amazed and cherish the experience.
The other day, I cried for hours, letting out the grief over the fact that I will not get to experience my calm and measured pregnancy now. I am working on mindfulness to keep my stress at a minimum for the sake of the baby, but that does not minimise the fact that I am not able to feel the benefit of all the self care measures I planned, or the fact that antenatal care has been forced to scale back so much in the face of this virus that I’ll have gone literal months this time around without interaction from a midwife or my consultant (and my expectation that either of these people will be people that I have met before is long, long gone!)
I am lucky in as much as I have been through this before, so vaguely know what to expect from the journey and the repeats I want to avoid. This is a very difficult time to be pregnant, to be responsible for another life in the world, but I cannot imagine how scary it must be for first time parents.
With the lockdown restrictions as they currently are (May 2020) we are faced with the fact that Kev may well miss the birth of our second child in August altogether, because he’ll be required to care for Squidge. That is so heartbreaking, and we’re both praying that the restrictions can be eased in time, but we absolutely appreciate that if they cannot, then there are good reasons behind that decision. But my God, it hurts us both so much.