Thursday, 9 April 2015

Adoption is not charity

Here's something I want you to know: when I'm out with my 21 month old please don't stop me to congratulate me, it really bothers me. 

In case you've missed it my eldest, J, is adopted. It is fairly obvious even if you've only just laid eyes on us, especially when we are out as a family. 

People stare. I don't mind that and I hope neither will J when he grows up, it's part of being different in quite a homogeneous society like the Greek one (his dad also gets stared at for being taller than normal and ginger...).

I also don't mind people asking questions, provided they are being tactful and genuinely interested. And if I nod and smile politely that means you overstepped the mark... 

But I do object to people congratulating me for my choice to adopt. Especially when this is done in front of my son. I don't deserve congratulations any more than you do for deciding to have a child. We did not adopt to save anyone, we adopted because we wanted to be parents; that's all adoption is: an alternative way to have a family. 

What hurts me and worries me more is the message that is implicitly passed onto my son. The message that he is a charity case, that we adopted him to save him and that he should somehow be grateful to us. That can't be further from the truth. If nothing else, and this is something that we should all keep in mind when talking about adoption, there are waiting times for both domestic and international adoption. Contrary to urban mythology, especially here in Greece, those waiting times are not because the state is making us wait, or keeping available kids from being adopted. The truth really is much simpler: there are more parents waiting to adopt than available children. That means that if we hadn't adopted J, someone else would have! 

I can't imagine my life without him- he has brought so much to our lives and being a mum to him is simultaneously my biggest challenge and my biggest joy. Celebrate us, our multicultural family, but please don't congratulate us. All we wanted was a child to love! 


Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Mummy tummy and getting back into shape

This is me the day before I gave birth:


Not small and neat by any standards, but also not the biggest pregnant lady I have ever seen. Keep in mind O came almost a month early- another three weeks would have quite possible pushed me into "huge". 

After a relatively quick and very straightforward delivery I looked down at myself and realised that... I still had a big belly. In fact when I went down to the cafeteria to get an orange juice the next day people gave me their turn in the queue: I still looked about 6 months pregnant! 

It was quite a shock to me. I knew that the belly would not totally disappear overnight, but I didn't quite expect to be quite that big. 

I got the go-ahead to start gentle exercise 3 days later: my doctor was happy with everything. He told me not to push myself, but he also knew that I had endured a good 6 months of no exercise (walking aside) and that I was itching to get going. 

Three days post-partum I started isometric contractions and kegels. A few days later I got down on my mat for a modified Pilates workout (basically nothing that engaged my rectus abdominal) and at ten days I took the double buggy and started walking on the hills around my house. 


As soon as I was fully healed I jumped onto the turbo trainer for some cycling too.


 I honestly thought the weight would drop off. Coupled with breastfeeding I thought I would spring back to "normal" in a few weeks or so. 

Here's what normal was, for reference: 

And here's what I looked like at 14 weeks pregnant: 

So when at two weeks post partum the lady at the local supermarket asked me when the baby was due, I felt cheated. I felt like I was failing... When, after I told her I'd already had the baby, she suggested I put on one of these belts that holds everything in, I got cross! 

New mums face a lot of challenges. Sleepless nights, establishing breastfeeding, getting to grips with baby care and keeping any siblings and themselves fed, clean and in some sort of routine. The expectation I had of myself was clearly an unreal one, based on my images of new mothers out there: namely celebrity mums. And guess what: it was a truly unrealistic one. Not only were my expectations completely unreasonable, but so were those of others around me (I should mention here, NOT my husband) who also expected me to spring back into my previous shape within weeks.

Guess what? It is now close to three months since I have birth. I have been cycling, run/walking and swimming regularly. I have been doing strength work with my boys at least once a week. Do I look like I did before? No, I'm still way off what was normal for me.

Can my body do what it could before? Apart from the running, which really feels like hard work due to breasts three sizes bigger than before (!) and some remaining laxity in my pelvis, I am extremely proud that my body can still cycle, swim and lift weights. On top of that it can make milk, lift a toddler and a baby approximately 40 times a day, grow a baby and give birth quickly and without drugs or complications. Am I proud of my body? More than I have ever been!! Yes, I still have the mummy tummy, but my body has never been such a hardcore machine before! 






Sunday, 5 April 2015

On leave

I am writing after a sleepless night (here I was thinking that once we hit three months baby O would sleep in longer than two hour intervals...) and with the help of a sling. Baby O is blissfully asleep against my chest, probably lulled by the rhythmic movement and sound of my fingers on the keyboard. 



As a new parent I have been reading a lot of articles on parenting. This week this one made quite an impression on me: 


I am definitely a newbie at this parenting thing, yet I have already done quite a few of the things that I had vowed never to do: I have given sugar to my 20 month old, have bribed him with bananas and breadsticks if he would sit on his buggy so we could leave the playground, have more than once violated the sacred 7 pm bedtime and have more than once dressed him in yesterday's clothes (more on a post to come). It's ok, I can live with myself. 

However, there is one thing, an idea more like it, that I am adamant about keeping. And that is the idea that D and I are both equal parents. I might be at home more, I am still on maternity leave after all, but we still try to keep a balance for our sake and the sake of our two boys. 

Maternity leave in Greece for most mothers (but not all, some have more, some have a lot less) is around 9 months and I am hoping to take most of it. I was shocked to find out that paternity leave is only 2 days! I guess what a lot of dads do is take some of their annual holiday at the time of their partner's birth, yet that's not possIible for many, including teachers. And so two days it was.

I know that in the UK they are keen to get you out of matenrity hospital as soon as possible (and I can see why) and I realise that a lot of women don't even go into hospital to give birth - homebirths are certainly on the increase, but for my first birth I wanted the reassurance of a big hospital and intervention, should it be needed, close at hand. I also enjoyed staying in hospital for three days after the birth, food and care being provided while all I did was cared for my little one and rested. I did miss J and D, and J could not visit due to rules saying that children are not allowed on the maternity ward, but he didn't seem to unsettled and very importantly I got some time to establish breastfeeding with my little one. 



I was upset by the two day provision, however. O was born right at the end of the Christmas holidays and D was not allowed to take any further leave. That meant that less than a week from the birth of his second son (and if it hadn't been for a snow day, before I had come out of hospital) he had to return to work, leaving the exhausted new mother with a tiny baby and a toddler. 

I was lucky - a quick and natural birth had not left me exhausted or hurting and O, although premature, started gaining quickly and took to breasfteeding with gusto! Also J seemed to like his new brother and jealousy was limited to feeding times, which after about a week I managed to coordinate around naps and activities so as not too upset him. 

But the two days paternity leave has still been on my mind. All the more when I read articles like the one above... How is a man to bond with his baby? What is the role of the modern father? Is he just default breadwinner, while mum still does the bulk of the childcare? And how might that affect the children? Not to mention how it affects women's employment possibilities... 

We are unlikely to have any more children (at least not for a long while!) so maternity and paternity leave rights are no longer relevant to me. I do, however, think about just how lucky families are in Sweden, with all that quality time to gel, to get to know each other and to cement themselves in their new roles in the family. 

Monday, 30 March 2015

Tuesday Ted Talk

I love this talk for several reasons, not least for the fact that it is delivered by a successful couple who manage to not only raise three boys, but also to work together.

My only bit of advice to new mums like myself: ask for help and/or company of you feel you need it. People are too scared they might intrude or bother you at the beginning, but an extra set of hands to change the baby, wash some dishes or cook a meal is invaluable. Plus having a cup of tea and a chat with another adult! 

Enjoy your Tuesday. 

Sunday, 29 March 2015

Growing

There's no doubt our family has grown more quickly than most. We have gone, in the space of six months, from 2 (6 if you count our canine family) to 4 (or 8 with our four legged members)!


I often remind myself and D, often out loud, that we are parents to two children. We have two kids! I'm a mum to two boys! We have two sons! Ok, you get the picture...

People around me, close friends and family, have remarked on the smooth transition we made from "couple" to "parents-of-two". I too, catch myself in my new role which seems to have come so naturally to me. If anything I feel that I have truly grown in myself, ready to take on this challenge. 

Don't get me wrong- it has not been easy! We have had our share of sleepless night (writes the woman who is blogging at 4:12 am with a baby nursing at her breast), first-time parent panics, "is my child normal" thoughts and parenting fails. But at the heart of it, it has been smooth and here are what I think might be some of the reasons why:

1. Teamwork 
D and I are a good team. Sometimes we are a tag team, sometimes we run alongside each other. But most of all we are always on the same side! Empathy can never be overestimated in a marriage! Being kind to each other is now easier: a cup of tea, leaving the last chocolate digestive or simply giving time to each other to have a shower is a gesture of love.

2. We were (as) prepared (as one can be) 
For both our boys and their two different journeys into our family, we tried our best to be prepared. I read, read, read about adoption, both the good, the bad and the ugly. I was prepared for the worst, but expected the best. Same with pregnancy and birth. I was not relaxed and it was a difficult pregnancy, what with a young toddler to look after too, but I had read a lot. I was expecting the sleepless nights, the colic, the tiredness, I was expecting the hormonal up and downs. They all came, in moderate amounts, because...   

3. ...we were lucky!
I do not underestimate the amount luck has played to us making a smooth transition. It really helped that both our children are healthy, that J is overall of a happy disposition, that O was able to nurse easily, that he only cries for 3 hours every day (the witching hour is between 5-8pm every evening). These things have made it easier and I know that they are pure luck! 


4. We really wanted this...
warts and all. I wanted to be a mum and D wanted to be a dad so much that we travelled thousands of miles to achieve it. Then a bonus baby came along. We came into parenting with our eyes and hearts wide open and we truly wanted it. Not an idealised parenthood, but the reality, dirty nappies and all. I read somewhere, but I am struggling to find it again, that although happiness levels tend to fall the first year of being a parent, new parents who had difficulties having kids tend to have higher than normal life-satisfaction levels. I look at both my sons and I really do think what miracles they are. 

5. We have asked for help
Things get tough and rough and dirty when you are a parent. There are days when you have had very little sleep, or when one or both of the kids are not well, or when you are simply having a bad day. i have not been a parent long enough to know a lot, but I do know this: you have to be able to ask for help! People love to help, and in your hour of need you make a cement relationships by asking them. One of my hardest days to date was the first day that D returned to work. It was a week after I had given birth, it was a cold January day, I was struggling with breastfeeding and J was, understandably,  having a tough time sharing my attention with his little brother. Needless to say we all spent the day mostly crying, from hunger, frustration, sadness, guilt... The next day I called a friend over and everything was magically better.


6. We have tried hard to remain "us"...
or even grow! A run, sometime to write, a quick bikeride on a Sunday morning, a drink with friends. We have tried to keep a few things that remind each of us who we are. I make sure that D has some time to ride his bike, some time to go for a short run. He makes sure I get a few minutes to write, to ride my bike on the trainer, to go our with a friend. We are individuals, we are a team. We are D and A, as well as husband and wife, and mum and dad. We owe it to ourselves and our kids to keep growing. We keep setting goals: D is keen to run another marathon, after getting a PB in November, I have just finished my first book and looking to publish soon. Watch this space!


There's little doubt in my mind that parenting these two boys will be my biggest challenge in life. But I'm glad the start has been smooth and, although tough on a day to day, this is certainly the best adventure we have ever been on! 



Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Scope

I have been thinking a lot about the scope of this blog- about my writing and the reason for it.



I have decided that this is not a blog about my kids: I want to preserve their privacy in some ways. More specifically I don't want to document J's start with us, easy or difficult as it may have been, as it is part of who he is and all that he has been through. That is his story to tell, when and if he wants to. 

I do, on the other hand, want to tak about my experiences as a mother. A mother of two young boys now!! (I can hardly believe it myself - give me some time!) I want to talk about the miracle and exhaustion of parenthood, about the snuggles and the tantrums - yes, all in one sentence because, as I am finding out, that's what parenthood is like, snuggles and tantrums often in the same sentence...

The first month of being a mum of two has passed. I need a top ten soon...

Monday, 2 February 2015

We've been kind of busy...

 I haven't been writing. You see we have been kind of busy... 

This happened...

Then this...


And this...



Confused yet??

This happened next.



Then this...


And these...




And many more like the above. All the while this was going on...


And on...

And on...


And then, about a month ago, this happened...


 And then Baby J met Baby O...

And it's been chaos ever since. Beautiful chaos, but chaos nonetheless.

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