The Mama Perspective | Motherhood and Maternal Wellbeing

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  • World Mental Health Day: A Mama’s Perspective on Access to Support

    Today marks World Mental Health Day, a reminder to reflect and have the conversations that often get buried under every day life – like being a mum as one example. 

    This year’s theme has a spotlight on access to services. And as someone who has sat on both sides of the access divide – receiving support through the NHS and privately over the last few years – I wanted to share a personal perspective.

    The reality of seeking help as a mum 

    Becoming a parent doesn’t come with an instruction manual and neither does navigating mental health during motherhood. The pressure to “keep going,” to hold everything (and everyone) together, often means we delay getting help until we’re running on empty. And when we do reach out, the path to support can be hard. 

    I’ve had CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy) twice – once through the NHS in person, and once privately via phone sessions. And while I’m grateful for both, the difference in experience was noticeable.

    The NHS CBT, in person, felt grounding. I fast tracked at the time due to the fact that I was 3-4 months postpartum with my first child. 

    The act of physically going somewhere, sitting across from a trained professional, and being seen – not just as a mum, but as a human being – made a huge difference. It was incredibly difficult, talking through raw and personal m experiences but that’s what helped me get through a way of understanding how I was feeling and why. 

    The truth is, I didn’t go to therapy became I found being a mum difficult, I found it hard to be me and be everything I was perceived to me – the working mum, the career orientated woman, the helper in the family, to cry-to person, and a mum. And in between it all, trying to figure out why I felt so down and lost. It turned out that I had barriers to cross way more becoming a mum that I never opened up about and those had built up later than it should have to make me realise I needed help.  

    The private therapy, which came through a work-related benefit, was phone-based. While it was still helpful in some ways, it didn’t quite feel like real therapy to me. I was going through the motions – talking – but it just didn’t feel the same. It was the only option to get seen quickly, even though I would have much preferred to be seen in person. Unfortunately, there just wasn’t anything available locally.

    I found it harder to open up the second time like I didn’t really have the energy for it. This made it harder to connect me the therapist and harder to stay engaged – especially when juggling a full-time job and looking after my son so much so that my boss kindly allowed me to take the sessions in a private room during work time for an hour. I don’t think that helped the productivity all it to be honest. I was going through work related matters and personal stuff, I just couldn’t balance the two. 

    I’m grateful to have had the chance of accessing both services. Many don’t. And I’d do it again if the support was available. Talking through life from childhood, school life, growing up, career, family etc. did get me somewhere but it left me with two diagnoses after being assessed and I’m still not sure if they are separate or related to me another, you know? 

    On my records – I have both mixed anxiety and depression, along with PTSD, and then moderate anxiety and depression on the second round. 

    I learned a lot – you have to want to put time into CBT – not just attend. I took it seriously, more so the first time round and did homework to talk through the following week. Again, something that wasn’t always easy. And the thing is, the anxiety, depression, or negative memories don’t go away, you aren’t magically cured, but you learn about ways to change perspective, and coping mechanisms for when you’re triggered in the future. 

    Access shouldn’t be a privilege

    The NHS waiting lists to access mental health support we long and it’s expensive to pay for the cost privately. As a mum if I had a to attend therapy again, I have to think about work, childcare arrangements, the whole stigma and unwanted conversations from the people I need them most with, and the mental load of even figuring out where to start. For mums, it can feel like the system wasn’t designed with us in mind. I wish people wouldn’t assume it’s “just baby blues that’ll pass” or have a say on when to “bounce back”. Ugh, please. 

    For a mum’s wellbeing, and for the sake of our children’s wellbeing, partners etc. more needs to be done. 

    Maybe more flexible, mum-friendly support would make a difference like drop-in sessions, on-site childcare, evening appointments. Services that understand the juggle and reality of motherhood and want to help in doing more. 

    A message to other mums 

    If you’re struggling – you’re not alone, and you’re not failing. You’re human. And asking for help doesn’t make you weak – it actually takes a whole lot of strength. And for the doing part too. 

    I know how lucky I was to access support when I needed it. But I also know it shouldn’t come down to luck. It should be a right – for every mum, every person, everywhere.


    When it comes to the stereotypes around being a mum and being honest about mental health, let me say this… yes, I have hard days – just like anyone else. But that doesn’t make me any less capable, and it certainly doesn’t define my worth as a mum, an employee, or a person. 

    Who’s going to make more space for that truth? 

  • Letting Go of Perfect: The Mama I’m Becoming

    I’ve spent a lot of time – more than I probably realised – trying to “do it right.” The first time around, I was tracking everything: naps, feeds, wake windows, all the rhythms of baby life that are supposed to lead to the “perfect outcome.”

    But with my second son, something shifted. It hit me quietly one day, my boys don’t need the perfect version of me. They need me, healthy and happy enough to love them well. That’s it. That’s the core of it all.

    How has motherhood changed the second time round? 

    I don’t track anything anymore. No apps. No notes. I just watch him. Listen. Follow his cues. And weirdly – or maybe not so weirdly – it’s working better this time. He sleeps more smoothly. He’s content. He’s calm. People always comment on how happy he is. And I think part of that is because I feel calmer this time. Not perfect. But Jack has definitely mellowed me. 

    That doesn’t mean I never get snappy or overwhelmed. I still feel it build – the invisible pressure of things needing to be done: bottles to be sterilised, crumbs need to swept/hoovered off the floor, the washing machine loads to be done, food made, tidying the toys that make the whole house look like its own messy toy shop. But at times, I’ve come to enjoy these things more. And I’m not alone – I have my husband. I just tend to want things done a little quicker than they probably need to be done! 

    Maybe that sounds strange, but there’s something grounding about the everyday tasks now. When I’ve swept the floor or cleared the dishwasher, and I get to sit down with a hot cup of tea or coffee. I feel happy. Like, maybe this is where the real magic is hiding – the little moments in between. Maternity leave has been different to me the second time round.

    This mindset didn’t arrive overnight. It’s taken time, and could link to CBT (two rounds, actually), and a lot of work reminding myself of my mental capacity. 

    Standing strong as a mum and for myself

    Setting boundaries has been one of the hardest, healthiest shifts I’ve made – not just for me, but for my family. It’s not always easy for others to accept when you stop living up to their expectations, but the relief of not trying to meet so many standards? Worth it 100%. It’s quieter this time round too. 

    The biggest difference now? I trust myself more. I don’t make decisions because someone says I should. I go to my husband – we talk it through, we decide what works for us. He’s played a huge role in helping me become the mum I am today – not because he’s perfect either, but because we’re doing it together. That’s where my strength comes from.

    The real mum I am is far from perfect 

    If you saw me on the school run, you wouldn’t see a “together” mum. You’d see me in my favourite comfiest jeans I’ve worn for a few days or joggers. This morning I was drinking one of son’s apple juice cartons – because why not? Hydration is important especially when you’re on the go! 

    You’d see me on down days. You’d hear me admit when things are hard. And that’s okay. That’s real life. That’s motherhood.

    What I want other mums to know 

    To the mum who still feels the pull toward perfection: it doesn’t have to always feel good to be best mum you can be. You can’t tell me there’s a mum out there who isn’t tired or worried they’re “doing it right”.

    Motherhood isn’t meant to be aesthetically pleasing. It’s messy. It’s noisy. Frustrating. It will delay plans and test your patience sometimes. But in the middle of it all – it will also introduce you to a kind of love you didn’t know existed until you held your child.

    Let that be enough. Let you be enough.

  • 3 Life Lessons I’m Teaching My Two Boys

    I recently wrote about things my second son has taught me and I’ve also talked about the ways my eldest has sparked light into my life too. So, it got me thinking – what do I teach them?

    Always be yourself

    I remember growing up, I tried so hard to “be liked” at times. From what I’d wear, how I’d do my hair, what I thought I had to be. But luckily, I realised, probably the hard way, that being someone you’re not won’t grant you a happy life. Though, I was also bullied for just trying to be myself in high school, so it goes without saying, trying to “fit into” this world is hard. But that’s the lesson – don’t try to fit in. You find your own place of where you’re supposed to be and the best people to be around.

    So something I’m teaching myself as well as my boys is – to always be authentic. They’re in the world for a reason, and what better way to spend life in it than shining like the beautiful boys they really are. I don’t just mean their handsome little faces, I mean everything they do – the way they learn, smile, giggle, want to play… whatever makes them happy and want to run up to me and their daddy with excitement – never stop.

    Jack has only been in the world for four months, whilst Freddy has been part of it for over four years now. But still, each of my boys do and will continue to have their own ways of shining. I’m not saying this because I’m their mum, I really do mean it. Right now, Freddy, my little sensitive soul, the boy who amazes me with his cleverness and heart – he made me want to be a mum all over again.

    I can’t emphasise enough how each and every thing he does is making him into the little boy that he is today. Without him, our lives would be a lot less heavy on the reminder of being who you want to be.

    Always be kind

    Being kind costs nothing. And I know he’s my son – but Freddy is one of the kindest boys I know. Yes, at times he gets frustrated if he doesn’t get his own ways but he still shows so many acts of kindness in his own little ways. He shares his scooter in the playground with his friends, his ice pops (and wow, does he love ice pops!), hugs someone if they’re upset etc.

    He’s gentle with his baby brother – whoever he hears Jack cry, he’ll tell him “It’s okay” and rock him, or want to help with making a bottle or changing his nappy. And with me and his daddy too – he’ll try his best to comfort us if he sees that we’re upset.

    Be courageous

    I’ll always encourage Freddy to speak up, try new things, stand up for what he knows is right, and not let fear hold him back. Like I said earlier, I’m a big believer in being yourself and being kind which are often ways to show bravery in a real world. Let’s be honest – kids aren’t always nice, he’s bound to hear name calling and I dread the day if I ever hear he’s being bullied. I want both Freddy and Jack, when they are older, to be able to stand up for themselves.


    Some days, my boys might not feel like themselves, or want to be nice to someone who’s been mean to them but I’ll always try my hardest to remind them of all the reasons to be.

    It’s sad that sometimes, people won’t be nice in this world. I’ve witnessed adults judging children as well as other adults around them. But I want my boys to now that – funny looks, opinions, nothing, should ever stop them from being who each of them want to be.

  • What My Second Child Has Taught Me 

    When I had my first baby, I thought I had learned everything there was to know about motherhood. I’m taking about the sleepless nights, the feeds, the routines, the constant worrying. But then came Jack, my second child, my youngest son – and he’s shown me that there’s always more to learn.

    At 16 weeks old, he’s already taught me more than I ever expected. Not just about babies and how there’s never one the same as the other, but about myself.

    Letting go of perfection

    With my first, I felt like everything had to be just right – the perfect schedule, tracking feeds, the ideal routine. With Jack, I’ve learned that listening to his needs rather than other people, even some healthcare professionals, is better for both of us. I’m softer with myself this time. I try not to rush things so much and I’m kinda sad that time seems to be going even faster this time round. 

    Slowing down

    Jack has shown me the beauty in slowing down. Those quiet feeds in the middle of the day when it’s just us two, when the house is asleep and he’s lay beside me in his Moses basket – it’s like time pauses. I missed those moments the first time, always racing to get to the next thing. Now, I linger a bit more.

    Watching two brothers bond

    Watching Jack and Freddy together has been one of the best moments of this stage. The gentle touches, Freddy rocking Jack to sleep, the way Jack lights up when he hears Freddy’s voice it’s a kind of magic I didn’t expect. Freddy has surprised us quite a bit, he’s taken to the change of a new family member well and he loves to help with nappy changes, bottles etc. 


    My second born has taught me that I can do this again – that I am doing it. And maybe even doing it better, even if it’s not always easy. Every little hand (finger) hold fills my heart every day.

    Motherhood has a way of testing your confidence and self-esteem, but this time around, I’d like to believe those two have been a little kinder to me.

  • Mum Life: Surviving or Thriving?

    Are you a mum who’s trying to do it all? Everything that a mum does can often be overlooked. If we stopped doing everything, would it then be noticed more?

    I don’t think you can ever really pause when you’re a mum. There’s always something that needs to be done and if you’re like me – your mind runs overdrive making a mental note of everything to tick off for the day, week, or month!

    Right now, things are going pretty well as a mum to two boys. I’m still learning more about myself in this second postpartum period and it isn’t 100% easier but it’s better in certain ways. Though, there’s this expectation that “…because you’ve done it before” it’s better? It’s nicer in some ways, knowing how that each child is different – wanting to be comforted in their own way, different sleep patterns, and sleep schedules. But it’s not a walk in the park. It’s about consistency and trying your best.

    Luckily my 15 week old baby is a good sleeper. I probably shouldn’t have typed that as I’ll be cursed now. But on the whole, I manage to get a good night’s sleep and it’s cute when me, him, and his little brother wake up together in the mornings. And daddy too of course, but sometimes Freddy wants his spot in “mummy and daddy’s bed.” I’m reminding myself that one day he won’t to, so I’ll take his presence, so close, right now.

    More emotions

    The other night I cried, again. I’ve been having a few episodes recently where everything feels heavy. I can’t change what each day brings – that’s motherhood with two boys for you. But I know I can change how I react and know when it’s time to accept that I need some time to myself. The problem is wanting to take the break or getting stressed out about how one is even possible.

    Then my husband reminded me he’s here.

    Okay, obviously I know he’s here. But it was a reminder more in terms of letting him do more when he can. He works hard, he has more patience that me mostly when our four year old is a lot some days. But still, he doesn’t want to be pushed aside.

    I’ve told myself that I have to do things a certain way because if I don’t, Jack might not sleep well at night. In my head I think to myself “We’ve got a good thing going, what if change ruins it?

    I’m talking the way he likes to go to sleep, the way he plays in the day, the way he looks when he wants his dummy, the way he holds my finger to know he’s safe. I don’t want to miss any of it. So, when someone tells me to take a break, half of me feels like I would break and that’s not me being dramatic.

    I’m a maternal mum, very much the type to give lots of love and cuddles but I’m also a real mum. I cry, I laugh, I get frustrated, I say sorry, I get tired, I can’t wait for my kids to go to sleep, then I stare at them once they do.

    Time to myself

    My “break” right now, is at the end of the day. When the house is sitting peacefully, everything’s been tidied and cleaned because I always say “Tidy house, tidy mind,” honestly it’s a thing!

    Maybe it should be more, I don’t know. But at the moment, there aren’t many ways around it.

    I’m going to the hairdressers this month for the first time in four months and I cannot wait. A bit of me time plus doing something that might make me feel better about how I look, will help me surely. Danny even said, “I’m not taking you to the hairdressers this weekend.” And I wasn’t even mad because straight away I knew he meant, “You can have a little walk to and from the bus stop, and little to music from your AirPods during the journey.”

    That might sound like nothing to some people, but for me, this mum right here – it means so much. And music always helps to relax me or make my mood more upbeat.

    So, yeah, it turns out I’m surviving and thriving depending on the day!


    Are you a mum who’s ever felt this way? What have you learned to do to help yourself?