I was just trying to talk to my hubby about my period and that I was in sync with my girlfriends, when he got all flustered and asked me how I new we were all in sync, and if that's what women talk about. I answered, yes, it is one of the many things women share with one another. He was horrified. Why is this natural occurring cycle so taboo? It's just a down right awful time for a woman and what? We can't talk about it because it makes men squeamish? Me thinks not my dear friends. Our mothers burned their bras and protested for our rights as women and one of those rights is to speak freely about our periods!
Since having Molly I have been graced with my period twice now. The first one was erratic, short and light. This second one has been abysmal. I feel like my insides are falling out and that I have been battered all over my body with a tyre iron. To my misery, my friend advised me that for the first 6 months after having a baby ones period can be terribly volatile. After getting used to not having a crimson wave to ride each month for over a year, I am now on a massive Debbie Downer. I guess it's that old adage, "all good things must come to an end." I am hating that stupid expression right now. Why can't good thing go on forever?
So in amongst the joys of having my monthly visit from the hemoglobin fairy, and last weeks poo incident, I was carrying my gorgeous little girl into our apartment from the back garden on New Years Eve thinking to myself 'hmmmm I think I need to change your nappy, it seems a bit full', when I felt a trickle on my leg and foot. I looked up, thinking my neighbour had just watered his plants again, only to find that all was dry above me. I looked around and then the answer hit me like a ton of bricks. Molly had leaked on me once again, but hey, at least this time it was just wee. I don't think I could cope with another poo attack so close to the last one ha ha! It's in these moments that only a mother can look at their child and see love. She may wee and poo on me at times, but she has such a power over me that I just don't care, because she's my little monkey.
I am now sat here thinking about when my little monkey will receive her first period, and oh my god, I hope she does not have a reaction like me. I completely lost my mind and my poor sister was the one who was at home with me and had to explain it all to me. Then she gave me a pad, and back then they were like fricken mattresses! She ended up having to call my mum at work because I was so hysterical and she didn't know what to do. I wish I could withhold all these kind of nasties from Molly, but it's an important passage in a woman's life. And it's essentially the cycle of life. So even though I hate having my period, it's all intertwined with our ability as women to carry a child, and having that life grow inside of you, as alien as it may be, it's the one true miracle in this world and we get to be part of it. Either way, I want her to know that she can talk to me about anything including her period, and not feel embarrassed or ashamed.
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