I had my third bub at the tender age of 43 and now a month off 45 (when did that creep up on me??) I find myself with an extremely active and rambunctious 15 month old little boy running around. There is a fair bit of “Oh God I’m too old for this!” going on at the moment.
I know I am not the only one. Of my Mums group with my first child (I was 36 so well above the national average of 29) I fitted somewhere in the middle age wise, and I wasn’t the only one to have a late third. Some of the Mums I know at school are also well and truly in my age bracket, which is extremely comforting, although I fear by the time my third reaches school I am going to be found out a bit. Those damn wrinkles.
Loved the medical practice’s attitude towards us oldies. It’s bad enough that they put the frighteners on with horrible stats around miscarriage, high risk of twins (didn’t know that one!) and numerous chromosomal abnormalities, but to add insult to injury, I was called either a ‘geriatric mother’ or of ‘advanced maternal age’ on all the various forms. Lovely. Lots of extra tests are encouraged as you can imagine and it’s all quite a trial. Makes you feel somewhat in the bad books for having the cheek to have a baby at such an ‘advanced’ age! Sigh. It’s not like we need reminding but thanks anyway.
So with my great age, must come wisdom (surely!?) so I thought i’d put together a short list outlining my experiences of being a, God forbid, ‘geriatric mother’. Let me tell you third time around helps too ; )
- I soooo don’t care about keeping up with the Joneses.
- I don’t have to worry about wearing any kind of short skirt or skimpy outfit – think mutton dressed as a lamb. Comfortable (and dare I say somewhat daggy) is just fine by me.
- Been there, done that. Kinda of know what to expect third time around.
- Poop, vomit, mess, general yuckiness does not throw me in the least.
- There’s no panic if junior doesn’t eat what he’s given. They’ll eventually eat, promise.
- Organic? Sorry, all to hard. Whatever is in the fridge is just fine.
- No such thing as a schedule. He’ll just have to fit in.
- The knees, hips, shoulders and back hurts where it shouldn’t.
- Harder to bend down to pick up the numerous toys, containers, pots, pens, remotes etc, etc that get randomly thrown about.
- COMPLETELY over going to the park.
- I’m going to look ridiculous at the beach, park, school grounds wherever at 55 trying to play ball with my 10 year old.
- I fit in at the school ok now, but when Mr 1 year old goes to school at 5 and a bit I am going to look (and lets be fair, I will actually be) ancient.
- The kids have no appreciation at all for 80’s music and I don’t know any other kind.
- Despite my general laziness to make any effort to ‘look the part’ I do in fact feel quite bad sometimes that I could do better (that particular term has been written on my report cards from school for as long as I can remember – that’s probably saying something).
Here’s an article in Scary Mommy on being an older Mum. She’s got it pegged.
And the little one said is a boutique online children’s clothing, accessories, toys and home decor site run by two sisters with lots of kids between them and a love of all things beautiful.