Sunday, 28 August 2016

Singled Out ... what nobody told me about being a single adoptive parent! (18/6/16)

[This is from June 2016 - I'm late posting it but it's all still relevant!]

[I know I haven’t blogged for a while – in fact this has been taking shape on and off for a few weeks, but I’m trying to include both challenges and best bits so will post it when I find some balance! I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately so please excuse me for writing a long one … even if you don’t read to the end it’s helped me to write it … however if you do get to the end comments would be welcome!]

When I adopted my daughter, I did it on my own – I knew from the outset that I would be a single parent, unlike others who may have started their parenting journey in a couple and found themselves doing it alone later. It was not a surprise to me so you would think I’d have been mentally prepared!

Added to that is my family situation – I am an only child with only one parent still living – therefore my daughter has no aunts or uncles and only one grandparent (who doesn’t live locally and doesn’t drive). But hey, I have a great support network! My work colleagues, my friends, my church family … so I’m not on my own, right?

Well, kind of. Yes, as someone pointed out to me recently, I have lots of good friends. But I’m not in the position of having a partner living under the same roof, or family members living close enough that they will drop everything or reorganise their life to help out their offspring. Most (if not all) of my friends with children are in a couple, and have their own parents (one or both sets) living close by. Don’t get me wrong, I do have a handful of great friends who do what they can, but it isn’t the same.

I think the hardest thing is the day to day relentlessness – from the second my girlie wakes up until the moment she finally goes to sleep there is no let up and nobody else to give me a break from any of it. When she is in preschool I am at work. When she is in bed I am catching up on work first, then the house, then everything else. Some things can be done in the daytime, but of course she is my priority. When she is calm and happy (and I am too!) our family is content … when she is struggling to regulate and testing all boundaries, my ability to be a calm, consistent and therapeutic parent is sorely tested.

·         First the challenges :-

SLEEP – I miss sleeping for 7/8 hours uninterrupted! (And I really miss lie-ins!) And being sleep-deprived is really not good for my emotional well-being or my mood – everything seems so much more overwhelming when I’m worn out. I know that I never experienced those nights with a baby when you are woken up every few hours or doing night feeds or dealing with teething, but it’s still a massive challenge for us, every single night. My girlie actually slept brilliantly for the first month or 2 after she moved in, but then as she became more secure and relaxed it got worse. I think it was as our bond developed that she found it harder to handle the separation, and it was therefore harder for her to settle. Without giving too much of her story away, I knew that night-times had often been scary times for her – the dark, the noise (or silence), the being on her own. I can understand where the fear and anxiety comes from, but that doesn’t always make it easier to deal with, certainly not calmly when she is out of her bed, again. Each night still has varying degrees of this even 2 years on – the struggle to settle and be calm, the organising and re-organising of her toys and teddies first, the anxiety if her door isn’t open slightly or there is no light, the need to have me close until she’s asleep (- usually upstairs in my own bedroom is enough but it does restrict and dictate my evening somewhat). Once she is asleep I generally get a couple of hours to myself (often involving work) before I go to bed. However, every night I will be woken at some point in the early hours, sometimes by a scream and loud footsteps running along the landing, sometimes just by her climbing quietly into bed next to me. But every night she ends up sleeping in my bed, something which I have never discouraged despite people suggesting I should. The thing is, when it started she would climb into my bed and onto my tummy and curl up in the foetal position, so clearly she needed that closeness. She’s too big to stay on my tummy for long now – a quick cuddle is usually enough, then she curls up next to me and we both go back to sleep. We have rules around Mummy needing her sleep and she seems to understand this – I know it won’t be forever, and I’ll probably miss my midnight visitor one day. But I look forward to being able to sleep uninterrupted. (And perhaps one day I might manage another lie-in!!)

EVENINGS - I knew evenings would be restricted and spent at home of course, but then I wasn’t one for going out much anyway. But I can’t nip to the shop if I run out of milk or bread. I can’t go out for a quick jog / walk if I feel like it. I can’t be involved in a regular gym class, club, church meeting etc. It’s possible for me to have the occasional evening out for a special occasion, someone’s birthday etc. if I have enough notice to find a babysitter, but it still takes some organising, particularly if it’s at a weekend. I do have a handful of babysitters I can call on who are happy to come over and watch TV in my house rather than theirs, but naturally they have their own lives. Agreeing to do something in the day, such as a hen day, sports event, etc. is more problematic – not so many daytime sitters available or willing to take on the responsibility for entertaining my lively little one for a few hours. Girlie weekend away? Forget it!

MEALS – I’m not the greatest or most creative cook, but I’m very conscious of being as healthy as I can so will try to cook every night. Nothing too complicated – pasta, roast, casserole etc. – and yes pizza and chicken nuggets too! I try to make sure that fast food / takeaways / eating out are rare, as much for the finances as for our health! But there are some nights where I have just run out of ideas or don’t have the motivation, and it would just be nice for someone else to do it.

HOUSEWORK – I know this isn’t the be-all and end-all, and believe me I only do the bare minimum. My girlie is able to play by herself at home to a certain extent, so on the days I’m not working I can manage things like the washing, dishwasher, occasional hoovering and general tidying up … and it’s good for her to learn to entertain herself, right? People tell me the state of the house isn’t important and I agree to some extent, but sometimes for my own well-being I need it to be under control – I can’t just relax surrounded by mess. As for admin, I rarely attempt things that require concentration like internet banking, making a phone call, sending an email, dealing with post etc. in the daytime.

“MEN’S” JOBS – putting out the rubbish, cutting the grass, cleaning the car, putting up shelves etc. Not that I really believe in men’s or women’s jobs – I’m a strong independent single woman and will attempt most things myself (- some friends call me the flatpack queen!). But it’s finding the time to do these things and sometimes it would just be nice to not have to do, or to not have to ask! Then there’s the unexpected hassles to sort out – the leaking washing machine, the flat tyre, the smashed phone screen!

WORK DAYS – I knew it would be tricky juggling work and preschool / childcare, and I’m grateful that my work colleagues have been very supportive as I now arrive later and leave earlier than I did before, doing more of my work at home in the evenings – this can take over my evenings but at least I can now leave at 4:00 every day. I’m also grateful to the friends who have helped with childcare before/after preschool pretty much every single day I’ve been at work for the last year or so – an hour or so in the morning after I drop her off and about 2 hours in the afternoon before I pick her up – I could not have gone back to work without this regular commitment from them. Thankfully my little one is fairly healthy and hasn’t needed much time off due to illness – just as well because if she’s off then I have to be.

“FAMILY TIME” – our family unit consists of the 2 of us, which brings about both benefits and struggles. Because other families need their family time too, and so I don’t expect to be invited to what others are doing. But I can’t always motivate myself to plan an exciting day out when I have to work out all the logistics (- venue, route, parking, timings, costs, clothes, food etc.) … sometimes it’s just easier to keep it simple or stay home! At my church we talk a lot about being a family, but in reality it sometimes feels as if the support network who joined in the stress and excitement of the adoption process are now just getting on with their own lives and the invitations are slowly drying up. I’m not one for just turning up uninvited, so people need to realise that telling me we are part of the family doesn’t make me feel part of the family unless we actually spend time together.

·         How could other people help?

I admit that I’m fiercely independent and not very good at asking for or accepting help! But I would say to people who have friends who are single parents, who want to help, just ask what would make life easier? Or suggest / insist on something – there is so much more than babysitting. And there is a saying that “it takes a village to raise a child” – so be part of that village, and above all be inclusive …

·         Evenings … Babysitting, not just when asked for a special occasion but just for an hour so they can go for a run / pop to a friend’s house / mooch around the shops. Maybe you could just pop round one evening and offer to keep them company, even if all you’re doing is watching TV together. Or take the evening social life to them – suggest a get together at their house, but offer to organise the snacks / drink / entertainment so it doesn’t just become another pressure.

·         Meals … Invite them round for tea or Sunday lunch. (Don’t just say “we must have you over”, actually do it! But realise that if there’s lots of you it may not be easy to return the invite.). Or turn up with a pre-cooked meal, as you might for a family when a new baby arrives.

·         Housework / Jobs … Offer to do the ironing / cut the grass etc. Get a couple of handy people together to work on the odd jobs that will be mounting up!

·         Family time … Be inclusive. (Again, don’t just say “we must have you over”, actually do it!) Invite them round just to hang out, particularly if you also have children - it doesn’t have to be anything out of the ordinary, just time spent with other people somewhere else. Or include them in an outing you’re planning, so they don’t have to plan all those details alone.

·         Sleep … I left this til last because this is a really tricky one, especially if bedtimes are an issue. Maybe ask what they think might help, but accept they may not know if anything will! Mind you, if other things are taken care of then the sleep (or lack of it) doesn’t seem so bad!

Above all, provide emotional support and a listening ear, particularly if your single friend has additional challenges brought about by family circumstances, special needs or adoption. (I wouldn’t comment or give advice on pregnancy or childbirth … please remember that adoption has its own challenges and they don’t always end once the adoption process is complete.) Don’t assume that you know what it’s like unless you live in that same family or household with those same challenges 24/7. Don’t tell them that “all children do that” or “it’s the same for a couple” or “you need to do it this way”. Yes, parenting is challenging for everyone … but try to appreciate the added relentlessness and isolation that comes with doing it alone.

·         Finally, the best bits! (Thanks to a few of my Twitter followers for their help with these!)

Sometimes it can be nice to make all the decisions. To not have any conflict or disagreement in parenting styles (or anything else). To not have your child playing you off against each other.

Sometimes it can feel amazing to be the one person they run to for a cuddle or comfort. Especially when it is at night and you have that much-needed space in your bed!

Sometimes it can be so special to share those moments, just you and your child/ren, those little things that only you know about. The lows are just yours but the highs are too!


[So you made it to the end – thank you for taking the time to read it! Comments always welcome :)]

Friday, 5 February 2016

Repairing (5/2/16)

The last 2 weeks have been interesting … Ofsted, a chest infection and finally seeing a silver lining!

I still blame Ofsted for starting the downhill spiral. (I blame Ofsted for lots of things!)

Monday … school got ‘the call’ on Monday morning. I don’t work Mondays so I was out with my girlie when ‘the call’ got as far as me. And then I turned into Ofsted Mummy. Ofsted Mummy is short-tempered, distracted and not very nice to be around. Starfish hasn’t seen Ofsted Mummy before. I tried to find emergency childcare for the afternoon, and when I couldn’t I tried to work at home instead. Starfish was surprisingly cooperative … until her bedtime. Unsurprisingly this was longer and more hysterical than usual. When sleep finally came I tried to make the most of the next 2 hours, not feeling at all ready for the following day. I went to bed unable to sleep. My night-time visitor appeared as she does every night when I’m asleep, but for the first time she was quite hostile physically and verbally when I tried to cuddle her. This was new and I worried how much damage had been done.

Tuesday … I dropped my daughter off as usual and got into school as early as I could but not much earlier. Fortunately I wasn’t teaching but I knew as SENCo I would be having a meeting with the inspector and I wanted to be ready. I’ve only been back from Adoption Leave since last Easter, having missed the introduction of a new curriculum and new SEN framework … only 10 months off but still getting my head back in the game. Naturally all the paperwork I’d prepared in those few hours the day before wasn’t called upon, although I hope it helped me focus if nothing else. Nobody cried and we were happy with the result.

I picked up my daughter from my childminder friend about the usual time. Apparently she’d had a bad day at preschool – not listening, not following instructions, not being kind. She’s no angel but this was still not like her. I blamed Ofsted Mummy but she was gone now, we’d be back to normal tomorrow.

Wednesday … work as usual for Mummy, another bad day at preschool for my girl. I knew I had some serious reassuring and repairing to do. And now we were really tired and not feeling well either.

Thursday … it was touch and go if either of us felt well enough to go in, but after 2 bad days I wanted her week at preschool to end on a positive. An extra hour in bed meant that she would be slightly more rested and I could drop her off myself, but then I would be late in to work – not ideal, particularly as I would be leaving early to do pick up at the end of the day too. (Fortunately nobody made a fuss – I think I more than make up my hours at home and I know other colleagues have to deal with childcare / child illness issues too.) Her day had been only slightly better than the 2 before but we tried to see it as a positive nonetheless.

We were both exhausted by now, and I in particular was struggling with a hacking cough that I’d already had for 3 weeks and which had been keeping me awake most nights too. Thankfully we were at the end of our working week with no school/preschool on Friday. So a quiet weekend was needed, and the repairing properly began. I decided the priority was to ignore the school work and housework and focus on JUST US. We stayed at home all day Friday and Sunday (- Saturday we had a birthday party to go to) and spent the time playing together, watching DVDs, cuddling up, tickling, brushing each other’s hair – anything to reconnect and repair. I made every effort to be at my calm therapeutic best, even at bedtime, to reassure her that she was in a calm, happy and safe place (- she’d been safe all along of course, but I think history had told her she wasn’t and sent her body and brain into fight/flight/freeze.)

Monday came again, fortunately another non-work day, and it was clear that we were both unwell, me more than ever. I phoned in sick Tuesday and kept Starfish home too … lots more cuddle time on the sofa and a mother/daughter relationship slowly returning to normal.

I still didn’t feel well enough to go back to work Wednesday so made an appointment to see the doctor and dropped her in to preschool on the way. The doctor confirmed a chest infection and prescribed antibiotics. So there would be no work for me Thursday either.

And then I began to see the silver lining!

By not being well enough to go to work all week I got to do the (pre)school run on 2 days, plus I had a few hours to rest at home on my own in between. Other than the day last week I rarely get to drop her off at preschool, so I don’t see how excited she is to see the adults and her friends, or how independent she is becoming as she finds her peg and sorts out her stuff when we arrive. Despite feeling so dreadful it made me happy that I wasn’t missing all this as I usually would!

I enjoyed a few hours to myself at home – I didn’t sleep but I mainly sat on the sofa watching daytime telly. (I did log in to my work emails too.) Then I found myself getting excited that I was going to pick her up! I’d warned her it would be me (- so she wasn’t thrown by the change) but think she’d forgotten and she was so excited when she saw me waiting. I hesitantly approached the staff to be told she’d had a brilliant day and was like a different child from last week! We celebrated by choosing new stickers, and then had another couple of hours chilling together at home before the usual tea/bath/bedtime routine.

And on Thursday I got to do the same again! Dropping off at preschool, resting at home for a few hours, and picking up from preschool – and another good day for her too apparently!

I’m still feeling pretty lousy and hoping the antibiotics will kick in soon and give me a proper night’s sleep! But I’m so thankful for the opportunity not just to rest this week but to see parts of the day that I don’t normally see. To be there at preschool so she could show me things and I could show her I valued and cared about where she was all day.  To spend extra quality time with my beautiful girl.
To put into perspective what’s really important. To make sure our precious relationship is repaired.

Thursday, 4 February 2016

Juggling (4/2/16)


Sometimes I wonder if I’m juggling or struggling … I’m finding there often isn’t much to choose between the 2! It’s all been going round my head for a couple of weeks now, but in this hectic single-working-adoptive-parent life that I am still adjusting to, there just hasn’t been time to sit down and write it! Until now. Because I’ve been forced to take some time off work this week with the lurgy. Nothing serious, just a combination of school/preschool germs and burning the candle at both ends I suspect!

Things I can just about juggle …

Work, kind of. I’m a teacher, and having returned to my ‘old’ hours following my adoption leave I quickly realised this was just not manageable for us. The workload, the childcare, the being apart more days than we were together. So since September I’ve cut my hours to 3 days a week with less classroom time (so less planning and marking) and more time for admin – and there’s a lot in my role! I miss the contact with the children, but I’m a mummy now and my own child has to come first. This balance is working better for us. As with all teachers I know, there’s still work to do in the evenings, which can bring its own challenges, particularly with a child who often struggles with anxiety and separation at bedtime.

Childcare, kind of. I am fortunate that my daughter can attend preschool on the 3 days that I work, and I have friends who consistently do all the dropping off, picking up and before/after care on those 3 days too. I don’t know how I would manage without them and I try not to take them for granted! The hardest thing on the days I work is the guilt and clock-watching, as I work 30-45 mins away from home … I am now arriving at work much later (8:30) and leaving significantly earlier (4:00) than I used to, then often getting stuck in traffic, and then it’s straight into the tea/bath/bed routine so not exactly quality time.

Housework, kind of. We eat, we’re washed, we have clean clothes. We get out of the house 3 days a week with our coats, bags and lunches. The meals aren’t always as healthy as I’d like, the clothes aren’t often ironed and the floors rarely vacuumed … unless visitors are due when we make a special effort!

Things I struggle to juggle …

Paperwork. Unopened non-urgent (I hope!) post. Teaching stuff which I daren’t throw away, just in case. My home is drowning in the stuff. My bedroom appears to be shrinking. I have box files and ring files and even a filing cabinet – plenty of storage solutions to keep the place clutter-free but very little time to actually deal with / file any of it. I will get to it one day. It’s just the way it is.

DIY. Small jobs. Larger jobs. All can seem to push me over the edge when as a singly I have to find time for those too. Padlocks that won’t open. Lights that don’t work. New shelves to put up. A hole in the wall where the stairgate was. An oven timer that is on the blink, literally. I am good at making a list of these jobs and will get to each of them when I can. I know that I need to “just phone Ikea” (oven) etc, but sometimes even finding the number and making the phone call can be a big deal that I don’t have time for. Sometimes these jobs overwhelm me, sometimes they don’t. It’s just the way it is.

Managing the juggling …

Self-care … I’ve thought about it a lot and have decided the best way to bring balance and overcome the feeling of struggling is by looking after myself! Regardless of how my LL’s bedtime goes, it doesn’t help anyone if I stay up late doing “stuff”, so I just need to get to bed earlier … this is not going brilliantly so far but I am trying! I’m also trying to be structured with my evenings, restricting my work evenings to 4 out of 7, and allowing for exceptions when people offer to come round for a cuppa and a chat. And I’ve agonised over this but I’ve decided to put my girlie into preschool on a non-work day! Not often, just once a month or so … I may spend this working at home, doing admin, filing, housework, DIY or I may just watch daytime telly, but it will be time at home, in the day, for me to get some general headspace.

Acceptance … I’m slowly learning to just accept that this is how it is, for now - for a control freak like me that’s not easy! The juggling, as with any parent, will no doubt continue and I’m sure there will be fresh ‘balls’ to add in to the mix. My daughter starts in Reception in September, and so I know the time is coming when I will have more time for me … but then I also know I will wish I’d made more of our days together. So for now I’m trying to accept the clutter, the dirt, the guilt, and appreciate HER.

So for now I am trying to manage the ‘juggling’ and reduce the ‘struggling’ … after all, it won’t be for ever, will it?!

Sunday, 3 January 2016

Wondering (31/12/15)

I wonder … if I should write a blog?!

Blogging sounds like a good idea. I think a lot. I talk a lot. Some of my friends are doing it. Because obviously as a single working parent I have nothing else to occupy my time! It has been on my mind to do this ever since I started my adoption journey about 3 years ago. Since then I’ve joined Twitter and have found an enormous amount of support from other adopters, as well as some fantastic blogs. Who needs another parenting blog? Or adoption blog? Not sure how much I have to say that would be of interest to anyone else. But hey, why not give it a go?

Although this first one will probably be a bit of a ramble. And there may be some words / phrases which aren’t quite as they should be in the world of adoption. But please excuse me, I’m new to this. Parenting and blogging! So I'm taking the advice of 2 people I follow on Twitter ... "Write for yourself, make yourself happy" and "Can be a way of getting stuff out of your head". I figure if it's too much of a ramble, nobody has to read it!

I will be careful to respect and protect my girl’s privacy in what I share so please excuse the lack of detail – her story is hers to tell and of course some of her story I wasn’t there for and will never fully know. Also I want to protect our anonymity as a family by not giving away too much identifiable info.

What I will share is that my Starfish is 4 years old, but not yet at school. We have been a family for over a year now. I know her a lot better than I did when she first arrived, us now having celebrated a 2nd birthday and a 2nd Christmas together. [Christmas – that may be a whole other blog for another time – but after this last week I’m wondering a lot about that too!]

I have taught 4yo children before but never parented one – I have no birth children to compare her to, or myself and how I’m doing this. This is all new to me and I have to remind myself I’m  still a relatively new parent! She may be 4 years old, but my approaches to managing behaviour, bedtimes etc. are still in their infancy as far as she’s concerned, and will likely be in great conflict with birth family ways and different from her time in care. But we have forever to work it out I guess ...

So here I am on NYE 2015, reflecting on the year gone, the year to come, and again wondering …

  • I wonder … if all 4 yo really do what Starfish does? Or is ‘it’ a struggle faced by adopted children in particular?

My friends will tell me, yes all 4yo do ‘this’, and most of the time they’re right I’m sure. I just wonder if sometimes the reasons behind the behaviours / reactions may be different. I’m not one for looking for things that aren’t there, but then I also don’t want to miss things that are, as a direct result of life ‘before’.

My contact with other adopters would also say, yes all adoptees struggle with ‘that’, and more besides. Anxiety, attachment, bedtimes, change, food, noises (loud or sudden), separation, strange people or places … I forever analyse all of these and more, trying to work out where the struggle comes from and how to not only manage it, but somehow undo any damage from ‘before’. [Trauma and brain development – maybe another blog for another time.]

Whether she does ‘it’ because all 4yo do or because many adoptees do, she needs me to understand her and where her struggles come from, and to help her heal in some respects. She doesn’t have the benefit of safe consistent parenting from birth til now, so not only am I learning how to be a parent and teach / guide her as all parents do, I’m also working out what may have gone wrong and how to help put it right.

  • I wonder … if I have what it takes to parent this little one? To do it on my own as a single parent? To be a therapeutic parent (a term which many adopters will be all too familiar with)?

I wonder about myself a lot, usually not seeing myself in the most positive or capable light! I wonder if all parents analyse themselves / their children as much as I do? Do all single parents? Do all adoptive parents? Do we all feel like I do sometimes or face the same parenting challenges. (Not feeling brave enough to share my innermost feelings just yet tho!) I know from Twitter that there are many adoptive parents facing much greater challenges than me … then I wonder why I struggle so much with my own when I could be facing so much worse!

I’ve learnt a lot about myself in this short time as a parent, particularly when it’s all gone horribly wrong! But it’s on me to work this out, as I’m who she has now. I’m the adult example she sees every day so I need to find a way to model the behaviour I want her to learn. I need to find my own calm amidst the chaos if she is to find hers. It’s a huge responsibility … I just need to not see it as a pressure that I can't handle.

  • I wonder … what does the future hold? For her? For us?

This week? This year? Through Primary School? The teenage years? Beyond?

So I’m writing this as I watch Big Ben chime midnight, and 2016 begins. (Although when I suss out how / where to actually post this it may be some way into January!)

Let’s just focus on the year ahead. Starfish will be leaving preschool and starting school, which is at the forefront of my mind! How will we manage such a big change for her? How will I continue to manage the day-to-day challenges she throws at me? (Will we ever truly crack bedtimes?!?!)
But also how will our relationship develop? What will I learn about her? About myself? What will she learn about herself, and her story, and how will she react?

The one thing I am sure of is that the ‘wondering’ will continue – there will always be the ‘normal’ challenges of being a parent to handle, and there will always be the additional unanswered questions about ‘before’ and her growing awareness of her life story. And I am clearly a born 'wonder'er!

If you’ve got this far, thank you for reading!
I wonder what you thought …?!
I wonder if I’ll do this again …?!?!