One Day I’ll Feel Like Me Again

One day I’ll feel like me again.

One day I’ll be able to wear clothes that aren’t covered in breakfast, milk, vomit or snots.

One day I’ll have the time to colour my greys, shave my legs, pamper myself.

One day I’ll stay up binge watching Netflix without consequences

One day I’ll pee alone

Have an uninterrupted conversation.

One day I won’t hear someone screaming “mummy!!!!” Every five minutes.

One day I won’t have any guilt (well maybe not)

One day I’ll be the woman I was before children.

But right now, I’m loving being this one. A mother.

Because before I was a mother, I said to myself;

One day I’ll have that positive pregnancy stick.

One day I’ll feel kicks in my belly.

One day I’ll hold the baby I grew.

One day I’ll hear the words “mummy.”

I know it’s hard.

The days blend into nights, you feel so lost, and guilty that you prayed for everything you’ve got right now. But it’s so hard, isolating, lonely. You are not alone.

But one day every bit of love you have given, will be returned by the children you yearned for, who you made, and who you wished would give you 5 minutes peace, and it’ll remind you of why every minute was worth it.