My last comments on early motherhood … September 9, 2008
Posted by erinfrances in Being a mama, The baby.Tags: baby, colic, motherhood
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“I’m so glad that part’s over,” I said while Mom and I boiled bottles (note to self: never buy a house with well water) at her house last Thursday.
“Those first few months are hard,” she agreed.
“It just sucked. I hated it so much. I thought I’d made the biggest mistake of my life for a long time there.”
“Yeah, I know it.”
“No one told me that. Nobody told me how hard it would be. Nobody said anything about hating it. She was so impossible. It was freaking miserable.”
“No one says anything because if they did, no one would ever have babies,” Mom said.
“Still. Somebody should’a told me. I was like, all alone there, just hating it. Someone should tell new moms that instead of being all nice about it.”
And I guess that’s why I have this blog. Because I don’t feel like being nice about it right now.
See, now I see how good it is. Now my kid sleeps from 8 p.m. to 5:30 a.m. Now she smiles and coos and lays on the floor and plays. Now I feel like I have my life back, and I’m not tied to this house with an invisible tether of regret and panic.
Someone should stop propagating early motherhood as this time of nonstop giggles and baby powder and booties and bottles. Who even wears booties, anyhow. It’s hard enough keeping socks on those feet when they’re kicking in infantile angst.
OK, I’m done with that.
There you go. My final word on early motherhood. You’re welcome.
Now I shall commence blogging about our real life, and leave that nightmare alone. Just had to put that sentiment out there, if only for myself if/when I decide it’d be a great idea to do this all over again.
(Photo: A classic colic shot: Alice at three weeks.)
A world of word. I still have moments where I half-seriously consider shipping Jack off to my mom’s in New Hampshire.
“Sure, Mom, I’ll be back to get him…in about 3 years.”
Thankfully we’re finally on the tail end of colic here. Viva la Isomil.
There are still days where I think “What did I DO?” and AK is 18 months. I sometimes wish someone had told me how hard it would be, but I know I would have blown them off and thought “Duh. I know its not going to be easy. Do they think I’m stupid?”