When I was expecting both times, I didn't know what to expect. Sure, I read the books, I was on the online forums. But there is nothing to do to prepare. Of course you can get the baby's room ready. You can wash and fold the clothes fifteen times to make sure they are pre-softened. You can write letters to the baby about how awesome its going to be.
You wait and wait and wait. Constantly looking for signs of labor. There are bound to be a few false alarms (in my case, many flase alarms, even the second time around).
But, eventually, the magical day comes. The day where no matter how much you try to rest and relax, you can't. The day where your "woman" is tested. Its do or die (so to speak). Its amazingly hard, but very affirming.
Your little miracle has arrived.
Then the lack of sleep begins. You hope it will end soon, but it doesn't. Months go by and you just adapt to not sleeping enough. You wonder what you have gotten yourself into.
"What will I ever do with you?" You ask the screaming, inconsolable child in your arms.
You adapt. This time is hard, but even though it seems like ten minutes of screams is a lifetime, very soon you will wonder where this small screaming child is, and who this toddler is that has replaced them?
Being a new mom isn't like the cards and movies describe it. I never glow, it doesn't matter if I am pregnant or not. I don't remember if my daughter cried constantly, but I can tell you that my coliky son was inconsolable for months.
Its okay to get frustrated.
Every mom feels this way at many points.
There comes a time for every mom, when you will look at your baby, and "what will I do with you" will turn into "what did I ever do without you?"
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