A normal day is 24 hours long. A day with a toddler is around 48. So naptime is essential, for all parties involved. When the magic moment happens - your babe can't fight it anymore - the feelings you feel are so real. First, you will experience a sense of.
When your second or third or fourth or fifth child is in the same situation, you know what to do already. You've been there, done that, figured it out. But when it's your oldest... your firstborn...
We're all first-time moms. Forever.
If I could go back in time just two years I would give my pre-pregnant self some of the best advice I think a new mother could give a soon-to-be mother. I would not be daunting or overly dramatic (which as a Cancerian and a comedian I do have a flare for.) I would be kind, but brutally honest.
The truest thing I can figure out is that attaining and maintaining happiness has a lot less to do with making the correct choices, and more to do with cultivating an ability to weather change with all the courage, humility, curiosity and amusement we can muster.
If you broke, who would stay up at night, terrified of the shadows? Who would hold your tiny miracle just right, who would love him and smell the top of his head? Who would stare at him, marveling while he slept in their arms?
We can be good moms and not know what the hell we are doing. We can make mistakes or lose our temper and still be good moms. We can choose to stay home or work outside the home or (gasp) even travel for our jobs and still be good moms.
I've come to believe that nothing truly prepares you for motherhood. We had the books, the support from our families, a fantastic doctor and a beautiful nursery. What I wasn't ready for was how I would feel once things settled down.