How making new mummy friends is like picking up in a bar
Our eyes meet across the damp, cobbled street. I smile shyly, admiring the shiny Bugaboo she pushes in front of her with confidence and determination. “Could she be the one?” I ask myself, giving this potential new friend the once over. I notice her Pink Lining changing bag, like mine but in red. “Promising” I whisper, “Very promising”. She returns my smile. “I’m in there!” I exclaim internally. “Say something Hannah, just say something, anything!” But before I can think of an ice-breaker to begin our new mummy friendship she is gone in a whirlwind of pram, leaving behind the sweet, calming scent of baby wipes entwined with hazelnut latte.
Our Health Visitor came over last week for our six week check. Whilst she was here I asked about the postnatal group that they run for new Muttis in the area. We moved house just under a month before I had Busby, so I don’t know anyone in the town and am feeling quite lonely. It doesn’t help that I’m the first in my group of girlfriends to have a baby, and there’s only so much you can talk about general baby stuff to friends without children before they write you off as boring and a lost cause. Anyway, my Health Visitor took it upon herself to give me some, what I would deem, “new Mutti dating advice”; that is, she told me all of the places in our town to pick-up a new Mutti friend. The “new Mutti hotspots”. But I can’t go into these places and start chatting to women randomly, can I?? Surely they hang around in packs?? I can’t approach a pack! Not without having consumed some form of alcoholic beverage (or 5) beforehand.
So what should I do? I’m hoping the postnatal group will be a good place to meet people. Hopefully no one will know each other and it will be the case that we’re all flung into this group together… Although I hate those forced situations where everyone is trying to make friends; competing to be the funniest, or loudest, or most outgoing, or in this case, the best mum. I guess I just have to stop being so nervous and go for it.
I wonder whether it really will be like dating? You search and search for someone, and then when you’re ready to give up and start enjoying the single life, two come along at once. Kind of like buses.