And for my first act: Becoming a Mummy

When you work in the theatre industry you aren’t expected to want, let alone have babies. This is even more clear when both parents work in a theatrical capacity. For starters the hours are unsociable, even more so when wanting to ‘socialise’ with an infant. No one makes easy-access childcare for those who work 10-8, including Saturdays, on a non-fixed rota. And having a husband who earns more than me, it was obvious that I was to be the one to make the sacrifices. So when I became pregnant, the answer was always ‘we will make it work’.No matter what.And if that meant me going part-time (work permitting) or not working at all, this is what would happen. Of course I wasn’tgoing to go into an interpretive dance and sing off the rooftops about how easy it was going to be for us, but my expectations far exceeded the realities. No one can tell you how hard it will be, no matter how prepared you might think you are, with four nieces and one nephew ourselves, I can categorically say that absolutely nothing is going to be the same as having to keep your own tiny human alive 24/7. As well as making sure to keep yourself alive at the same time. This change-of-your-world moment is then hit with the blazoned reality of thinking, actually, I don’t want to go back to work in nine months or even a years’ time… do I? Am I being the polar opposite to a feminist to think this?! Or should I just enjoy my new job of being a mother?Version 2Through the pregnancy I embraced being a ‘blooming’ mother-to-be. Luckily I’m not a performer (currently) so the bump was never an issue, and honestly, I quite liked the attention. ‘When are you due?’ and ‘Do you know the sex?’ were always the classic questions as I paraded around at work with my ‘Baby on Board’ badge, and ever growing hips and thighs. But at the same time I’ve always been a self-conscious, minor fitness freak and kept myself in shape. Before becoming pregnant I went running every other day and had abs I was proud of. Even during the pregnancy I kept running at the beginning and throughout did the Tracey Anderson pregnancy workout DVD which takes you all the way up to full term! Hasten to add I didn’t go quite to the end, and the last few weeks I did no exercise at all apart from walking (mainly to get things moving- she was a over a week late) but my aim was not to have to work too hard afterwards to get my body back. So now, sitting here 2 stone heavier and a shape I havent seen since I was a podgy teenager, but a beautiful baby sleeping in the other room, I have a completely different mindset. About everything.About an hour ago, I was cleaning up my lovingly prepared, homemade puree of sweet potato, parsnip and broccoli off of my 8 month old’s eyebrow, which she’d only half eaten, most of it ending up on her hands, face and tray, and in doing so I didn’t seem to care about my belly sticking out and my bum taking up nearly the whole chair. I just cared about how much my baby is eating and hoping she’s had enough and doesn’t hate all my cooking. (Ah, the joys of weaning!) On the bright side, I wont be starving myself anytime soon to fit into my next press-night outfit or to look good compared to the theatre performers my husband works around. As one of my best friends keeps reminding me, I have built a human inside me and have the body of a goddess… she’s the best.

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2 Comments

  1. Congratulations on your first blog post. Well written and interesting! IMHO being a Mother is essentially a feminist act. Those who devalue mother’s, and their role in this world, are overlooking major influencers! As a mother you get to raise a child with feminist values, however you manage to do it, working outside the home, or not.

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