Going from zero to one kid was a pretty hard adjustment for me. I hadn’t spent a lot (any) time around people with actual babies and I just had no idea what to expect. Also, in the same year, I moved across the country, got married, we bought a house, and I quit my job, so it’s possible I was coping with a few other changes at the same time. But, regardless, it was H.A.R.D.
I pictured life with a baby as being pretty serene and easy, hahahaha. I thought they slept all the time in adorable little PJs and drank some milk here and there. I also envisioned 7 pm rolling around, us putting the baby in his crib, having a nice dinner together, watching some TV, going to sleep, and being greeted with a smiley face at 7 am. I pretty much pictured life as a Carter’s ad and it was a bit of a rude awakening when it wasn’t.
This time I knew better. I pictured life a lot more tired, a lot less structured, and a lot more hectic. I imagined it would look something like this all day…
And something like this all night…
Good news is I was right so there have been few surprises this time. The one thing I forgot about was how many bodily fluids would be in the bed every morning. Is that sweat from my hormonal night sweats? Pee from the baby’s diaper? Or milk that leaked out once F and I both fell asleep and it kept flowing? It’s kind of an exciting game every morning to guess.
The one thing I couldn’t envision this time was the sibling thing. There have been hard moments and sweet ones, but how can you look at this and not melt?
*I should also mention that this post would have an entirely different and more desperate tone were it not for my mom being here to help tons.