Hi. Welcome to my blog. I am a self-proclaimed ‘feral’ mom. ‘Feral’ is defined as being “in a wild state, especially after escape from captivity or domestication.”* In many ways this definition does not apply to me. I live in a city, sleep in a bed, I go to work, and dress in normal clothes. It does however apply to me in other ways. I do not adhere to the ‘standard American diet,’ (I follow a plant based diet) I’m an artist, I enjoy the great outdoors, and (as the addition of ‘mom’ to my title would suggest) I view child-bearing in a much different way than I was taught. I am not feral in all ways, but I am a feral mom.
For most of my life I’ve heard the same story about pregnancy and birth. A story that includes vomiting, swelling, stretch marks, gestational diabetes, excruciating labor, defecation, epidurals, episiotomies, c-sections, screaming, and pain, somehow followed by a magical moment with someone who looks way too much like a lizard. I’ve done a lot, like, A LOT of reading in the past months to prepare myself for this journey and I am daring to believe this does not have to be my story.
It is my goal here to talk honestly and openly about my journey to motherhood. My husband and I are currently childless, but are in the dreaded ‘trying to conceive’ phase. (You will also not find me using any of those acronyms that other ‘mom blogs’ use, I can’t stand them) I will share everything I’ve learned about pregnancy, birth, and child-rearing. I’ll share what I’ve learned from books and what I have and will learn from my experiences with the hope that someone out there will benefit from it.
I’m tired of the “everything is wonderful and being a mom is magical” story. I’m tired of hearing “it’s worth it”, I’m sure that’s true but I don’t know that for myself yet. I’m also tired of the attitude, sass, and alcohol induced honesty approach I’ve been hearing more and more of lately, it always had a way of making me feel inferior. All these things may have their place, but it isn’t here.
This is a place of honesty that comes with understanding and compassion, everyone has their own experience and I offer no judgment. The only thing I won’t be honest about is my name. I am writing anonymously for a few reasons. I haven’t told my family I’m planning on having a baby yet and wouldn’t it be terrible if they found out from my blog? Also, I feel that to be 100% open about this very intimate subject, I can’t tell you who I am. If I think people from my life might be reading this I would not tell you all the gory details, I’m just too insecure for that. My fingers would linger over the keys, maybe type a few words just to hit the delete button.
So, with the alias: Feral Momma, please allow me to give you my unedited, gross, horrible, wonderful, sober, and completely honest story of pregnancy and birth.
*Definition provided by Dictionary.com