New(ish) mum Samantha Dooey-Miles is charting her life in doodles. This week, she’d like to be pals, please and thanks.

Belly full of baby, hoping and praying it was healthy and a good sleeper, I listened as the instructor of my NCT class asked all the women why they had joined.

I was one of the first and mumbled something to a room of strangers about thinking it was the proper thing to do. Almost everyone else said they came to make mum friends. “What a bunch of losers,” I thought, hideously embarrassed on behalf of this room filled with lonely women.

I have great pals (ones who put up with me not being great, as per this doodle). I might have needed classes to understand birthing and caring for my baby but I most certainly did not need special mum pals…

Until the baby appeared and I realised I needed them only slightly less than I needed my nursing bra. We’d text during night feeds about awful late night television to keep ourselves amused while the rest of the world slept, and we’d meet for coffees and gossip while everyone else worked

Now I live away from my NCT gang, I’m always on the hunt for new mum friends to fill the hole. Yes, I could try to discuss a shared interest in the work of Margaret Atwood to break the ice in line at the weigh-in clinic, or work up to discussing the intricacies of weaning at soft play but I need to triple check that the weird thing the baby has started doing is normal and have someone else tell me that for Christmas, they want to show they care but also don’t see the point in loads of gifts when a toddler doesn’t have a clue what a present actually is.

If you spy me at baby ballet (yes, that is a thing) and we start to chat, I am basically going to force you to be my mum friend instantly. Because it’s not lonely lady bullshit, it’s a serious role in the life of a mother.

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Written by Samantha Dooey-Miles

Sam is a first-time mum doodling and blogging her way through teething, nappies and the constant struggle of never quite being sure whether she lives in Essex or London. Find her blog at anewessexgirl.com.