I was actually really nervous about James going away ski-ing on Wednesday (he’s back later “this” evening as this feature is published). I’ve had responsibility of Mabel on my own overnight before, on a number of occasions come to think of it – but never two nights consecutively, and certainly not almost a week.

And I felt crap for feeling nervous. Mabel is my daughter, looking after her is my job. There are thousands upon thousands of single parents out there who manage every minute of every day pretty much all by themselves, in comparison my short term situation (with considerable help from my parents I might add) should be a walk in the proverbial park.

I didn’t say anything to anyone about it, I just needed to get over myself and get on with it, right?

Then Friday happened. The girls from my NCT group came round for tea and cake and during a conversation about James’s mountain adventures my friend Lisa simply announced that she hated it when her partner Richard went away – even for a night. There was then much nodding in agreement and discussions surrounding the importance of sharing responsibilities between both parents and who does what. Really insightful stuff actually, and certainly made me feel less of a wimp.

Then I received an email from Susie, a reader of Rock My Style and Mama to Tom. Her communication started off asking for make-up advice and finished with the exert I have detailed below:

…On a more serious note I would like to sincerely thank you for your wonderful section of the online world. Our path to parenthood was difficult and although Tom is very much loved I was stuck by postnatal depression pretty soon after his birth. At a time when I could barely function, reading about your journey with Mabel really helped me. As did all the comments from the lovely ladies that follow you. They say motherhood is swimming whilst leaning to swim – and sadly on some social media outlets the swimming pool seems full of sharks. It’s lovely to read the advice of kind supportive women who, like myself, are learning as they go, sharing the experience with other mums, and leaving their judgy pants at the door.

Tom and I thank you from the bottom of our hearts

Susie and Tom xx

This made me cry a bit I won’t lie – but in a very VERY good way. We’ve built a super community on our tiny part of the internet and stuff like this makes me so proud I could cartwheel. I don’t know why I didn’t just mention my predicament on one of my regular Monday morning posts as I know you lovely lot would have been only to happy to offer support and advice.

Things have been challenging these last few days as to be expected, Mabel was up Friday from 3.30am until 6am with a tummy upset which meant we were unable to attend a birthday party on Saturday that I was really looking forward to taking her to. She also woke up absolutely soaked through yesterday morning which made me feel terrible (this has never happened before) and I mean literally through her grobag and bed sheets. Her nappy was changed before bed at 7pm so it was a fairly usual 12 hour stint. I assume it is because she is perhaps drinking more fluids than normal, or just bad luck.

And then I remember that it’s not just me who deals with the trials and tribulations of being a parent, and no matter how trivial they may seem, some situations can be really bloody difficult to deal with.

Motherhood is the best and the most challenging experience of my life. And even though I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet to have such a beautiful healthy baby there are days where I don’t have the foggiest clue how I am going to cope.

And you know what? admitting that is ok.

I’m with Susie – thanks from the bottom of my and Mabel’s heart for only ever wearing your best, terribly fancy non-judgemental undergarments at all times.