Musings on motherhood

Having it Almost: A new ‘mum mindset’?

Monday, May 27th, 2013

Life is busy. Life is challenging. The ‘balance’ of motherhood and career can seem as elusive a dream as sorting out the Euro debt crisis. Or working out whether Daniel Craig or Jon Hamm is the best celebrity free pass option. All difficult dilemmas. So when I first started to read Allison Pearson’s Telegraph piece yesterday on the mental stress implications of being a woman today I started to nod.  A recent study by an Oxford Professor  has ‘scientifically proven’ what she has known for a long time; the pressures of being a working mother today are phenomenal and it’s therefore no surprise that there’s been a stratospheric rise in mental illness amongst women in the last twenty years. She candidly and movingly reveals that she herself has contributed to those stats. ‘I don’t know how she does it’? With Prozac basically.

From the film 'I don't know how she does it'

From the film ‘I don’t know how she does it’

Then my nodding turned to a frown. I think Allison Pearson is fantastic and I think her openness on her breakdown is brilliant. But I felt a discomfort that I often feel in reading certain broadsheets which seem to relish telling woman that having it all is an impossible dream. There’s a teensy-weensy bit of an implication that we are greedy women for trying to do too much.

So if we can’t have it all, does that mean we should give up and not aspire to ‘better’ or stop aiming for some kind of balance in life? When people say to me ‘women can’t have it all’ it does make me feel sad; does that mean they can’t have anything?

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Don’t get me wrong,  I understood Pearson’s point and it came as no surprise. Yes, we’ve seen it over and over again. Women stumped by the baffling challenge trying to balance time with family with a career is omnipresent in society today. That’s just one of the reasons we are Bb London are so vociferously ardent about our ‘Tailored Time’ approach to our employees and our radical SexiFlexi flexible working approach We love the fact that – in theory- everyone who works for us doesn’t waste time commuting but focuses on a work setup which allows flexibility for other priorities other than work and therefore helps harness the huge ‘wasted’ talent of women across Britain who struggle to weave their family lives into their work. We are more flexible than most. And yet still, of course our generally happy, highly motivated team do suffer from the stress of trying to balance kids and career. So therefore I applaud Allison and this doctor man for highlighting the danger present in women trying to  manage it all.

Me and the girls: 'Balance'?

Me and the girls: ‘Balance’?

I am a fiercely ambitious person;  tremendously keen on the growth of our business Babes with Babies London. I am also very ambitious for my family. Not, I hasten to add, for their academic achievements (I’m no tiger mum, more of a slightly ineffectual kitten one) but for their happiness and for my basic desire for us all to share the perplexing rollercoaster of life together as much as possible.  These ambitions butt up against each other and leave me a bit tired at times. True.

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However, the danger here comes when you start thinking about what the alternative  is to trying to have it all.  If I were a 50s housewife expected to not work, would the stress be less? Well, yes, of course in some ways. But anyone who knows my domestic ineptitude when it comes to cupcakes knows how miserable I’d be.  I love my work, the creativity, the interaction with brilliant people, the fact that I can chose to do something I’m good at rather than battling The House all day long. So, that for me is worth the exhaustion that comes hand in hand every week with trying to cram 36 hours into every day. And I also adore the challenge of constantly learning new things and developing my brain.

I know I’m lucky that I do a job I enjoy and triply lucky to do a job that has an element of flexibility. But I also think there’s an element in what Pearson and Freeman refer to which is not just about being a working mother but about being a human being.  Stress affects the ‘working dad’ too. And really I think the key here is not just about gender but about the desire for perfection. Life just isn’t perfect.  The truth is that women can’t have it all. But neither can men. Look at Einstein. A pretty clever man right? Had a nightmare trying to get a job – over and over again rejected for teaching roles.

Therefore, I have a suggestion for us all.  Men and women.  Let’s start a revolutionary new movement. Let’s believe in ‘Having it Almost’. This is us all aiming for exciting, interesting and balanced lives… but accepting that by aiming for that we’re more likely to fail or have problems with some part of it. Let’s focus on the incredible positives in our lives and not the bits that aren’t so shiny and perfect.  Because it’s not trying to have it all that is the problem it’s trying to do it all perfectly which is exhausting and destroys us.

I think women are particularly bad at this by the way. Traditionally, women are less likely to get promoted because they think ‘I’m only 80% good enough for the next role’ whereas men tend to think ‘Oh I could do that as I’m definitely 80% good enough for it.’ So we need to give ourselves a break and accept that while we should strive to be good at our jobs and to be great mothers, it’s okay to be only 80% okay.

My very brilliant and naughtily potty-mouthed brother has a saying for it. He says ‘I believe in the school of F*** it’… he’ll give something a go (e.g. when he generously helped paint our hall) and not kill himself if it’s not 100% accurate. Better to give something a go than hold back because you’re scared it won’t be perfect.

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So, from now on I’m aiming for ‘almost’.  Am I a good mother or a good enough mother? Kitten mother is fine and a darn sight cuter than those tiger ones.  I know that I’m great at setting treasure hunts for my girls which balances out the fact that I refuse to let them have school lunches (which they really really want) because I’m fundamentally too lazy. Am I perfect friend or not?  I work evenings and often at weekends when I can which means I’m more rubbish than I’d like with friends but I try and make up for it when I do see them.  Am I a perfect business leader? Our new Wish List on the Bb site isn’t ready yet when I wanted it to be years ago… but we have such great customer service at the moment that really helps. And actually the more imperfect I am, the more it shows what an incredible team I have. So I console myself that I’m good at recruitment if nothing else.

Life is fabulous. It’s also packed with pitfalls – most of which are not of our own doing.  Being a working woman and being a wife, mother and friend is wonderful but can make life busy.  All of these bring their own challenges and their incredible reward. I do not want to choose a 2D life which isn’t packed with the wonders of work and the charming chaos of parenthood at the same time. Professor Freeman, I’m listening to your warning -  I can see the danger of feeling the pressure to do it all perfectly. But I’m not going to give up on aiming to make that balance as good as it can be by accepting that it’s okay to fail and not be perfect at everything.

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And that’s a message I want to pass onto my daughters, nieces and goddaughters (as well as nephews and godsons). Don’t give up on trying for what you want because it’s hard and because you might fail. But do give yourself a break; give things a go and accept that screwing up from time to time is human (whether you are male or female). It’s not trying to do more that destroys us but believing that perfection is possible.

I’m going to carry on trying to ‘have it all’. Knowing that it’s basically impossible because life isn’t like that. In the words of the long-limbed lovely-lipped Mick ‘You can’t always get what you want’. But you know the score… if you try sometimes, you just might get what you need.’ True Mr Jagger?  Well, you might get 80% of it. And that’s good enough for a kitten like me.

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Isadora’s Expecting: New Year’s Resolutions

Saturday, December 29th, 2012

Guest blog: Isadora Watts is a London-based writer and consultant, expecting her first baby early next year.  See her blog about her transatlantic adventures  here. Isadora is guest blogging for our Feelgood Motherhood blog as she works out the best ways to stay sane and stylish throughout her pregnancy.Let us know what you think about Isadora’s posts on our Twitter feed or follow her on Twitter here.  Are you making any resolutions for 2013?

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2012 began, like every year in the past two decades, with me resolving to talk less, listen more, eat less and exercise more. Nothing particularly groundbreaking there, I know. And yes, I also know it’s a little tragic that I made the same resolutions for the past twenty years.

2013 will be different. We are about to become parents and surely that means we need to raise our game? We need to start setting an example for our child, and be more responsible citizens too.  Also we need to be more vigilant about germs. And yet, I don’t want parenthood to change us all together. I’d like to retain a little romance, for starters.

I think it’s about time I drew up my list:

1. I will swear less, be more articulate, and use more formal language. Especially when the baby is ear-wigging. No-one likes a child who speaks only in slang and curses.

2. I will never call my husband ‘Daddy’ unless the baby is in the room and fully – well, as full as a newborn can be – involved in the conversation.

3. If I see someone failing to pick up after their dog, rather than rolling my eyes in silence, I will tut loudly.

4. I will wipe clean all kitchen surfaces relentlessly, and wash my hands whenever I come in from the dirty world outside my front door.

5. Date nights. Once a fortnight as an absolute minimum.

I think 5 is enough. Which means there’s no room left for my usual eating/ talking less resolution. Ah well, a change is as good as a rest.

Keeping these in January will be a walk in the park. As for February, when the baby comes, well that remains to be seen. I shall keep you posted.

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Double? Oh Heaven.

Thursday, August 2nd, 2012

This week’s guest blog is from the marvellous Helen Bichard, mother of  three. (One of those three is 18, two out of the three are five months old).


Pregnant with twins? Plenty of people tell you about the challenges. Here Helen talks  very personally about the joys of motherhood second time round.


Putting the double ‘oo’ in motherhood.

Oh, it’s a that’s-the-third-cup-of-tea-today-that’s-gone-cold, possets-on-your-best-top, far-too-many-episodes-of-Jeremy-Kyle-USA-in-the-small-hours backache, motherhood, isn’t it…but sometimes, just sometimes, your heart melts right through your shoes. And with twins, well, double the trouble, but double the magic.

So how do I love thee, motherhood? Let me count the ways.

  • Their little bald heads, all sleep toasty and smelling of apricot. And the way Romilly’s lost all her hair on top but, oddly, it’s about an inch long on the sides. And ginger. You could put a pair of glasses on her and she’d look like Andy in Little Britain.
  • 4mm fingernails. Twenty of them. And the EXCELLENT discovery that, when they fall asleep halfway through a feed, a swift manicure is virtually guaranteed to wake them.
  • They smile. At me. In the morning there are two tiny grinners, squiggling in their cot, just so brilliantly happy to see me. And I laugh back, and they’re trying so hard to laugh too, but at the moment it’s a smile and lots of squeals and actually I think that’s much better than a laugh because it is just pure, unadulterated joy.
  • I love my baths. But not as much as they love theirs. Especially when you can kick your sister. Ace.
  • Using the baby monitor to eavesdrop on them chuntering away to each other in their cot. I think they’re hatching a plot. Possibly to sneak out and fill in their red books from the doctors so that they magically have all their immunisations and don’t need any more of those nasty jabs.
  • Stopping being selfish. I don’t believe I really think about me at all anymore. All those usual internal debates about careers, cushions and chardonnay…my world is made up of them, and I’m a better person for it. Decisions have become very easy.
  • Nibbling their toes. They should be trademarked as a bar snack. Baby scratchings. Delish.
  • Dressing them up and despite everything I said about not wanting to do the freaky twin matching outfits thing – putting them in freaky twin matching outfits.
  • Becoming an instant celebrity. We went to Norfolk for the weekend and every single person we passed – every single one – stopped us to have a chat and a peek. One woman even screeched to a halt in a car. That may be a bit extreme…but when you think your babies are the best babies ever created, it’s nice to have proof. Although, especially when shopping, I have thought about getting a T shirt which says ‘yes, they’re twins, no they’re not identical, two girls, yes, Charlotte and Romilly, yes, Romilly, it’s R-O-M-I-L-L-Y, 38 weeks, yes, I did do well, not IVF, no, I have an exceptional partner, emergency C section, hospital messed up, every four hours, yes, through the night, last feed’s 10.30, we’re very lucky, I know…’,
  • Other people cook for you. They bring you food. This has included macaroni cheese. With bacon. And I can have double portions because when breastfeeding twins you’re meant to eat 4000 calories a day. I love this fact. I might eat this fact.
  • Imagining their future. They are such perfectly blank canvasses now. Rockpooling and canalboats and Nativity Plays and then the very first joint Prime Ministers.

Sarcasm aside, it makes you proud. You have so many people telling you how well you’re doing, they don’t know how they would cope, and you think, well, yay me. Until you meet triplet Mums. The annoying, overly capable cows :-)

What else?

  • Being incredibly proud of your partner and seeing them with new eyes. The gentleness, protectiveness, desire to provide and swaddle their daughters up away from the nasty world. And the fact he actually likes doing nappies. We actually have whole conversations about poos and their consistency and colouring. On the downside, he seems to believe this has given him license to burp and fart with gay abandon because apparently he is ‘encouraging them’ which is allegedly ‘for their own good’.
  • They help me remember my son. I have an 18 year old Joe.. And you tend only to see your children in the here and now. But amidst UCAS forms and pickled onion Monster Munch and conversations about the state of bathrooms, I am seeing the gurgling toddler going in the paddling pool for the first time and remembering when he was warm and squidgy too.
  • The way they schnuzzle into your neck when you’re carrying them.
  • Having the most beautifullest babies, two of them for the price of one, and just being the luckiest person in the world, and a better, loved-up me.

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Read Helen’s humorous and honest blog on twin motherhood here.

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An EnglishMum in New York

Wednesday, April 18th, 2012

Guest post: Fashion journalist Hannah Rand moved to New York shortly before the birth of her baby Mattie. Here she talks about a few things she’s learnt from the experience of first-time motherhood. 

As always, these are her personal opinions and we’d love to hear your thoughts on them…

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10 things I wish I’d been told while I was pregnant.

1. Drink (a lot) more water.

It lessens at least three common complaints: oedema (aka water retention aka painful, swollen ankles/feet/hands/fingers/face), constipation (yes it will happen to you), and evil migraines that come from nowhere.

2. Spend money on maternity clothes.

People may tell you to wear one size up and bodge the rest together with those big elastic belly bands but you will be much more comfortable (and feel like yourself) with a small capsule wardrobe of good quality, fashionable gear.*

3. Invest in a few stylish nursing tops and bras if you plan to breastfeed.

They’ll make life a lot more convenient if you want to nurse when you are out and about, and your boobs will swell to ginormous proportions that require specialist bra support.

3. Buy the majority of your baby hardware secondhand.

Buggies, cots, prams, carriers, swings etc are monstrously expensive and frankly you’ll have no idea what will work for your baby and you. Source gear from community parent websites and the local paper (being able to see the person selling will be more reassuring than random eBay purchases). Manufacturers, such as Bugabo, sell new covers and most are washable anyway if you are worried about hygiene.

4. …then use the money you save to keep your hair looking nice.

Your nails, skin and hair look fabulous in the second and third trimesters so use it to your advantage. As your hormones, digestive system and other bodily functions go haywire, the fact your hair looks good will keep you going.

4. Feed, feed, burp, and then feed again.

The feed-every-hour schedule of a newborn only lasts about four to six weeks (which will feel an interminable amount of time when you’re in it but is over very quickly, I promise). Young babies needs are very basic and imposing a schedule at this tender age will stress you both out more than is necessary.

5. Don’t feel bad about formula.

The breastfeeding mafia may strongly oppose early formula use but I have always given my breastfed baby (now two months old) at least one bottle a day, to give myself (and nipples) a break. You have to give your body and soul over to a newborn baby and the persistent physical neediness of the little things can be exhausting. Plus, they’ll have to take a bottle sooner or later, so save yourself some hassle and get them used to the concept.

6. Pass on aesthetically-pleasing baby equipment.

Your young baby has trashy taste. Swings that move wildly and play tinny music will double the nap time of anything more gentle. Activity mats and toys that have bells and whistles (literally) and bright colours will keep your little lunatic busier than anything that coordinates with your home decor.

7. Cut out cows’ milk.

If your child is gassy or fussy and you are breastfeeding, eat your cereal or porridge with coconut milk (not the stuff you cook with but the type you find in the dairy aisle) or almond milk instead. It is just as tasty, if not more, and often contains more calcium and iron than regular milk and may reduce the gas in your baby.

8. Understand sleep begets sleep.

Unlike older children who may need to be kept awake during the day in order for them to sleep at night, a young baby will sleep better if she or he is well rested. In the fussy afternoon hours, take your baby out for a walk to calm her down before bedtime. (Don’t believe me? Note how your baby will need another nap about an hour after she wakes up from a full night’s sleep.)

9. Read the baby books while you are pregnant.

You won’t have time to read the newborn/young baby books once he or she is born.

10. Savour every minute of those early stages.

You might be hallucinating from lack of sleep but a newborn is rare, precious thing and you’ll be packing away those newborn onesies to make way for bigger clothes sooner than you know it.

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Do you agree with these tips? Let us know what you think on Twitter or Facebook.

*Hannah’s favourite purchase from Babes with Babies for her pregnancy was the Stella maternity and breastfeeding dress.

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The bittersweet nature of time.

Monday, June 20th, 2011

Sometimes I feel like my relationship with my children is like falling in love with completely different people every year. The shortbread smell of them as a round gurgly baby, the smiley sturdy toddling toddler, the little girl at school – such different people, each the same person but so charmingly altered, improved, changed.

It’s hard to find the words for how quickly life evolves  according to what stage your child is at. I love the changes involved (the euphoria of getting over nappies, the thrill of them learning to talk) but I am stuffed-full of nostalgia at each stage as well and I feel pangs of the loss of them in their previous incarnation.

My daughter is turning three. Here she is helping me prepare the chocolate cake for her party with gusto. Not one but two spoons to lick.

(It turns out chocoholism is an inherited gene).

I love the age she’s at. I love the fact that she chats so cutely and that she’s building relationships with her sister and her family. But oh, every now and again I have a twinge because I miss my baby too.

So I was pleased to find a great description of this in the magazine ‘Prospect.’ I really rate it for good solid smart analysis on news/what’s going on in the world. There are sometimes articles which go over my head but frequently there are well-written ones which make me feel like I’m actually learning stuff. I was bowled over by a great article in the June edition by the author Sam Leith. The article covers how he feels about the birth of his second child and is beautifully written.

The bit that really struck a chord with me was this paragraph below and I wanted to share it with you. I think he describes the bittersweet feeling of change beautifully.

“Parenthood, is, in a way, a long process of mourning.

“It goes so fast,” people say, and they sound sad. The child in the photograph, six months ago, is not the child patiently spooning yoghurt into its ear at the table beside you. The child six months ago was a different child from the one you lifted for the first time into a plastic hospital bassinet.

Versions of your daughter quietly unselve and disappear, week in week out, and are replaced by new ones that you love as much, and in whose features you can trace the likeness of the ones you lost.

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Extracted from L’Invisible by Sam Leith in Prospect June 2011. For the full article, see it online here (you need to subscribe though) or see Prospect in the shops.