Welcome to The Intrepid Parent!
The Intrepid Parent is a parenting blog (unsurprisingly), set up by myself and Hayley. I will allow Hayley to introduce herself, but I am a 26-year-old, married, mother of a three-month-old boy named Arthur. I met Hayley at antenatal classes and we have become firm friends. We haunt cafes and pubs during the day, drinking merlot and putting the world to rights, anxiously comparing our babies' poo, and generally supporting each other through motherhood. There has been a Pampered Chef party; Rhyme Time at the library (never again); preserving our sons' handprints and footprints in salt dough; tongue tie practitioner visits; shopping; attempts to pluck up courage to take our boys swimming (not done that yet - Arthur would love it and I have bought him swimming trunks but it does sound like a bit of a pain in the arse and no one's seen me in a swimming costume since the year dot); lots of tears and note-swapping and Calpol and baby-cuddling. I don't know how I would have got through the last three months without Hayley. She's a rock.
I have another blog, also shared, called Unable to Move for Drums. It's a blog exploring feminism but I have posted about pregnancy, about returning to work, about breastfeeding (or not), about belly-gropers, about the importance of community in parenting and about the specific challenges of raising boys. Topics that I hope to cover in this blog include postnatal depression, the tongue tie, keepsakes and nostalgia, antenatal classes, more on returning to work, and birth itself, and I'm sure other stuff will arise as our boys grow and new challenges present themselves.
In terms of an ethos, I guess the biggest thing I am against is anything that makes parents and children feel inadequate. This can be the Gina Ford method, why isn't my baby sliding seamlessly into this or that routine, or it can be the earth mama ideal of attachment parenting, why am I not this serene, co-sleeping, babywearing, breastfeeding, glowing vision of motherhood. I'm not against routines or breastfeeding or babywearing (actually loved babywearing before my back gave out) but I am against parents being made to feel that they and their baby should fit any kind of prefabricated mould. I want to suggest a new ethos: down-to-earth parenting. Let's be authentic and let's be real because this is fucking hard sometimes. Let's be supportive and non-judgemental of one another. Nobody's baby came with a manual and we all just muddle through and do the best we can. So let's muddle through together.