When I was pregnant with my son Aran, all sorts of things went on in my mind. I was first and foremost, a really excited mother to be. The weeks were not going fast enough for me. I was looking forward to the day that I would finally meet him.

During my pregnancy I had gestational diabetes and was feeling extremely tired every day. Doing the long hours at work did not help this and I would come home and sink into my sofa every night, with no energy for much else. The doctors didn’t realise that I had the diabetes and I felt the symptoms I was feeling were due to my heavy workload,  so I decided that I would leave work 3 weeks earlier than the due date.

I wanted to spend my time sorting out the home,  bags for the hospital, and time for me before my new arrival. I just wanted to be as prepared as I could possibly be – So on Friday I left work, and spent  Saturday, Sunday and Monday starting to get myself organised.  

With still 3 weeks to go, my waters broke at 1am Tuesday morning, I had just gone to bed at 12pm. I had the baby bag ready and mine needed to be done pronto. So Aran was born at 14.15 that spring Tuesday in April. It was the most exhausting experiences ever but it is funny how you forget what you have been through as you meet your little one for the first time. He was the so precious that I fell in love instantly with him.

We were taken to the ward and this was a few hours after delivery.  He looked as though he was sleeping just fine but it was a nurse who recognised that he looked very pale and so she gave him some milk. He drank every drop but his blood sugar reading kept coming up with error, he didn’t even have the energy to cry as he was poked with the needle. He was taken down to SCBU and spent 3 weeks there on a drip to knock down the insulin level in his body. Everyday he was getting stronger and stronger.

When Aran came home I realised the reality of having him in our life. Loving him was a doddle but the sleepless nights took their toll on me. I found the lack of sleep really hard and of course, adjusting to everything else like the washing, cooking, ironing and everything else that comes with running a house and raising a baby. I wish then that I had someone holding my hand through this process, at least, until I was settled within myself  and that I was ok to go it alone.

What springs to mind is: How to manage my time better?  How and when to get more sleep?  How and where I could involve my husband in the new relationship?  Joining a mother and baby group?  The importance of drinking water and eeping fit so that I would have more energy for doing everything else and not feel sluggish.

I see now that I went through a mild depression between April and July.  I feel this was the adjustment time and I could have so done with the help of a coach to help me through  this time. I see now,  that I would have looked at the whole situation in a different way entirely and with the support I would have found the solutions to my problems so much faster and without trial and error.

It was so easy to think negatively of my situation and fail to look at everything that was so right. I don’t want that for you, which is why I offer a 12 week coaching program, where we look at your situation and work together to help you find  your way to make this a successful transition into motherhood. As a coach and a mother of 2 little ones, I feel confident that I can help you through this transition.  You don’t need to feel alone and I truly feel that it’s only another mother who understand completely what you are going through and as a coach I think it’s a must for every new mother to invest in herself so that she only delivers the best results for herself and her family.

 To you health and happiness

Seema

Empowering women to live their best life.