Post # 16
Hardest part for me was the stage when she literally only wanted to nurse and then was a shitty sleeper at the same time. That was rough for a while and we ended up cosleeping, which I really didn’t want to do.
She just turned 2 and is such a funny little person now. It’s amazing watching them learn to do new things damn near every day. The huge smile on her face when she figured out how to take her shoes on/off was so cute lol.
Post # 17
Honestly, the hardest and best part is all of it, the whole damn thing. It will likely be the hardest, but best thing you’ve ever done in your life.
My daughter is 11, almost 12, and I look back and the sleepless nights or night time feedings don’t seem like they were that bad. The potty training, the temper tantrums, the discipline. None of it seems like it was that bad, looking back. Now that she is older, we worry about attitudes, respect, bad influences, periods, boys, sex, drugs, trusting her to walk to the park by herself, stay at home by herself, etc. But, like the baby/toddler years, I’m sure we’ll look back and it won’t seem that bad.
The only advice I can give you is this: Take a deep breath. Take it all in. Enjoy every moment because they will be adults before you know it. Don’t stress if you can help it- you will do a great job. Do the best you can and just LOVE YOUR KIDS. I think parents, especially moms, put so much pressure on themselves to get it perfectly right, and that’s not real. As long as you do the best you can and just love them, you’re doing it right.
Post # 18
Best parts: hearing her say “mama” and run after me. Seeing her first smile, watching her explore the world. Her face lighting up when I take her to do something new. The fact that all I have to do is hug her to make her feel better.
Worst parts: The change in my relationship with DH, family, and friends. None of my friends have kids yet and obviously I can’t see them as much or as easily as I used to. And I’ve had a lot of boundary issues with the grandparents which makes visits kind of stressful. And the absolute worst: knowing this phase of my life will be over in the blink of an eye. She’s not even 2 yet and the thought of her leaving for college already brings tears to my eyes!
Post # 19
I have a 5 month old. There are hard parts but lots of good.
Having a child with your best friend/love of your life, brings you the purest joy that I truly cannot put into words. That is the best part.
The challenging part is the lack of sleep but it isn’t the end of the world. We have our baby on a “schedule” and he was sleeping through *most* of the night by 2.5 months old. He does pretty well with sleep so don’t let that be terrifying. The first two months, it is hard emotinally and physically. It is about survival and it is a blur.
We waited until we both really wanted a baby. It is awesome and we love every second we spend with him! Except between the hours of 1AM and 4AM. Just kidding! I don’t mind those either.
Post # 20
Hardest part: When they go through a new phase and adjusting to that. For me 2-2.5 was a hard age because my daughter would just run off or throw tantrums and you can’t even discipline it because it’s just a phase. Sure enough she outgrew it at 2.5 and I haven’t had one tantrum for 8 months.
Best part: The simple moments when we laugh, chat, cuddle, read a book. They’re priceless moments that I’m so grateful for.
Post # 21
My DD will be 14 months next week! I think the worst part is not having much time for self-care, hobbies, and maintaining my relationship with DH. The lack of sleep can be brutal too. If I get enough sleep, I have a way better attitude than if I’m sleep deprived.
The best part is all of the sweet baby cuddles, and also seeing her joy and wonder from simple things like seeing a bird to splashing in a puddle. I also love reading with her.
Post # 22
My daughter is 13 months old. The hardest part is wanting to strangle my husband for not being the co-parent I had hoped/thought he would be. The best part is watching my sleepy little baby develop a personality and become her own little person.