Definitely I had no idea about what that kind of sleep deprivation would feel like. There’s just no way to even prepare. It really sucks you into a vortex.
I had no idea that when your water broke, it doesn’t just break once with one big gush. I kept gushing all day.
I had no idea how having a much wanted baby in a strong marriage could still test us like nothing before. And also, I have no idea how single parents do it.
I had no idea that I would lose all my friends, and that in the end all I really want to do is spend time with my husband and baby anyway.
I discovered that having everything ready for the next day the night before (pre making meals, re-packing the diaper bag) makes my day immensly easier and way less stressful…and I have also discovered that most of the time I’m way too tired to get everything ready the night before.
I didn’t know that I would be so body conscious of my post baby, post breast feeding body. I really struggle now with feeling confident when I never had that problem before. I even find it very hard to let my husband see me naked.
I used to want 5 kids. Now that I have 1, I think *mayyybe* we’ll have 2 but that’s it for sure. I genuinely don’t think we could handle any more. It’s fricken hard work, and I love my son and being a Mom more than anything. I see people with 5 kids now and I wonder how on earth they do it.
I have learned how old fashioned I am. When my one and a half year old tried to ‘swipe’ across the screen of one of his v-tech toys my heart sank.
Also that I have never been more concerned about temperature in my entire life. What’s temperature in his room? 22? It feels much colder in there. Ok well he’s got footy pyjamas so he should be warm enough. It was so hot in there before now it’s cooled right off, he’s only wearing a little shorts and t-shirt, I’m going to go put a blanket on him, omg it’s 25 in there now I hope he’s not too hot…..it never ends.
And lastly, I never knew how many straight up conversations about poo my husband and I could have. Shape, size, consistency, colour. It doesn’t even phase us. We’ll yell downstairs “He had a poo!” “Ok, what did it look like?” “It looks good, brownish playdough”