WHAT IF I'M NOT A GOOD MOTHER?

Throughout my life my disability has never really been an “obstacle”.

I’ve always been able to find my own way of doing things, like tying my shoelaces, doing my hair, painting my nails and driving a car.

Of course growing up in a family dominated by boys probably helped me to develop an enormous level of resilience! My three younger brothers taught me how to climb trees, and always included me in games of cricket and soccer .. although now that I think about it, I was always the goal keeper ???

Anyway, my life has been amazing and I often talk about how enriched my life has been BECAUSE of my disability, not in spite of it.

When I discovered that I was pregnant, I was completely over the moon – mainly because I had suffered an eating disorder for many years and although I never spoke about it with anyone, I always had a lingering fear that perhaps the damage I had done to my body internally would be irreversible. But thankfully I was able to fall pregnant naturally.

At first I thought it would be body image issues that I would struggle with the most during my pregnancy. Negative body image is something that we can all relate to and it’s also something that we all experience at different stages in life, with periods of transition such as puberty, pregnancy and menopause being times when people are more likely to feel uncomfortable with the changes that their bodies are going through.

But Body Image really hasn’t been an issue for me throughout this pregnancy. I’ve honestly embraced every change and I’ve become so much more appreciative of the female body. That’s not to say that I haven’t been extremely uncomfortable, exhausted and annoyed that my clothes don’t fit. Of course all of those things aren’t fun experiences, but I guess I’m more focused on making sure that my body is the most nurturing place it can be as it houses my unborn baby – so the discomfort isn’t an issue.

What I have found to be more challenging is my disability.

Now, I’ll never say that I can’t do anything – because there isn’t anything I can’t do (besides drive a manual car) but since falling pregnant there have been some tasks that I’ve realised won’t be so easy.

I remember the day I walked into the baby shop looking for prams. Any first time mum knows just how overwhelming those shopping trips can be. I had no idea there were so many prams?! Seriously. Don’t even get me started with car seats!

 But that particular day wasn’t fun at all. For the first time in years, a debilitating sense of doubt and guilt washed over me as I struggled to figure out how I would physically manage assembling a pram.

There are so many buttons and contraptions – I had no idea where to start. And most of the prams are bulky and heavy. I stood discretely watching as other mums assembled various prams with total ease.

I’d done my research so I knew which pram I wanted, but I hadn’t given any thought to how I would actually be able to use it.

I heard one staff member say, ‘make sure you use both hands at all times’.

It dawned on me that up until now any task I attempted that was at first difficult because I only had one hand, didn’t impact anyone else. So over the years I’ve dropped things and smashed things, but it never mattered because I’d just keep practicing until I got it right, and no other person was ever involved – now though, the realisation that I was responsible for another life became so real that it was terrifying.

What would happen in situations where I was holding my baby and at the same time needed to put the pram together, how would I do it?

All of a sudden I became flustered and tears started to well in my eyes.

It was the first time my husband had ever seen me like that and it also dawned on him, that now more than ever I was going to really need his support.

I just wanted to get out of the shop as quick as I could – I didn’t want any other woman to see that I was getting emotional, because the last thing I wanted was for others to look at me and feel sorry for me. Those who know me well would tell you that sympathy and pity are not things I ever ask for.

My husband is the most amazing guy, and not once has he ever seen my disability as a hindrance or deterrent. He’s practical, and he simply told me, that when I feel up to it, we would go back to the shop and practice putting the pram together until I felt comfortable. After that it was a fairly quiet car ride home.

Of course hormones were playing their part, but all I could think was that I wasn’t going to be a good mum. I started to run through a list of motherly tasks in my head and when we got home I went straight into the bathroom and just burst into tears.

How was I going to bath my baby?

 Thinking about this just broke my heart … because I knew that I’d eventually figure out the pram thing, but bathing my baby … how was I going to hold her in water and wash her at the same time.

I quietly sobbed … and sobbed.

I had lost all sense of self-confidence, and was overcome with sheer terror and sadness.

I’m now just days away from giving birth, and of course I know that everything will be fine. I am one determined b*tch and I will never let a challenge get in my way.

All I can do is embrace this next chapter of motherhood, and allow myself to not be perfect, but feel content knowing that I will always do the very best that I can when it comes to my daughter.

Where there’s a will – there’s a way. And trust me my will to ensure that my baby is loved and safe all of the time, means that I will always find the way to do things that might at first seem to be a struggle.

My baby will be fine, she will be loved unconditionally and will grow up with strong morals and endless support and love.

Sure there will be many times when I am confronted with new tasks … but I will always find my own way to manage - just like I have in the past.

I’m not the only mum out there experiencing these same issues, so in an attempt to help others, I’ve started creating YouTube clips to demonstrate day to day tasks for mums with one hand.

And just FYI - I’ve totally nailed how to assemble the Stokke Crusi pram – and it is the first clip I’ve uploaded. Enjoy