The First Time Another Mum Said ‘Me Too’

And I stopped pretending I was fine.

I remember the exact moment. I was sitting in a circle at a mum and baby group— sleep-deprived, slightly anxious, trying to hold it together.

My baby had been feeding nonstop for what felt like days. I hadn’t showered. I hadn’t eaten lunch. Everyone else looked like they had it together. Clean hair. Coordinated outfits. Smiles.

So I smiled too. Because that’s what we do, isn’t it?

And Then I Said Something Honest 

I don’t even remember why I said it. Maybe I was too tired to filter. Maybe I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I love her so much, but sometimes I feel completely touched out. Like… I just want to sit for five minutes without anyone needing me.”

It hung in the air for a second. I thought I’d made things awkward.

And then she looked at me—another mum across the circle—and said:

“Me too.”

Something Unlocked in Me 

She didn’t say it with pity or panic. Just quiet recognition.

And in that moment, something softened. I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t broken. I was just normal. A human, in a wild and beautiful chapter of life.

We kept talking. Other mums nodded. Someone added, “Sometimes I hide in the loo for a breather.”

We laughed. We exhaled.

Why It Mattered 

That simple “me too” was an invitation. To be real. To be supported. To drop the mask and show up as I was—messy, tender, tired, still learning.

It was the beginning of community. Not the polished kind. The true kind.

If You’re Waiting for That Moment—Let This Be It. Me too. To the overwhelm. The joy. The guilt. The ache. The love. The questions. To feeling like you’re doing everything and still not doing enough.

You’re not the only one. You never were.

At Nest, We Hold Space for the Full Spectrum of Motherhood 

You can come as you are to New Mummas Meet Up when you need rest, to the Play Café when you just want to sit with a hot drink while your little one plays, to baby massage when you’re craving calm connection, or to a postpartum yoga class when you’re ready to move gently again.

Every offering is held by teachers who are mothers too, spaceholders with lived experience of the rawness and beauty of this season. They don’t just lead classes, they see you.

Come sit with us. Cry, laugh, stretch, share or simply be. You are so welcome here. Always. 

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