This is what motherhood did to me. Motherhood turned me into someone else. Someone who, on most days, I don't recognize. Motherhood took the former me and shook her up a bit. Rocked the ground on which she once stood.
I'm frequently asked the loaded question of how much I am madly in love with Walter. I mostly give the questioner what they want with a nod of assent. But the truth of my emotion is more complicated. I think maybe the problem is with how I have, up to this point, understood the word "love."
"You're my favorite person in the whole world" is not something you're going to hear me say anymore. Not only is it unfair to Daddy, but it really won't go over well with your baby sister, once she's born and learns to talk. For now, though, it's hard not to keep thinking it.
I would have given a kidney if someone would have done any of these things for me after the birth of my second child. To the people who brought my family food while I was so busy with my baby, you will never know the full extent of my gratitude!
All day long, your brothers have pulled and demanded and captured my time while you have slept and dreamed and grown, little by little by little. But right now is our time, because brothers are sleeping and Daddy is sleeping and the whole world is silently breathing its way toward morning.
Pregnancy can be an isolating experience, if only because it's your own. No one can know how you feel, because they aren't you. And you have no idea how to feel, because it's not something you've ever done before. Every day, every feeling, is new.
Traveling with babies and young children requires a little bit of preparation and a big carry-on bag. It may seem a bit overwhelming at first, but once you get your first trip out of the way you'll see that if you follow the Scout motto and always "Be prepared" it can be a great adventure.
It was already 1:30 in the morning, and I had to wake up at 6. Tomorrow was going to be a long day -- as if the night wasn't already long enough. I felt frustrated and defeated. Who knew that a tiny, 11-pound baby could make a grown man feel so pitiful?
I knew that just one month ago, before we had Aspen, I could've easily handled this situation, but now, trying to hold a crying baby, while caring for a puking kid and an emotionally distraught little girl, felt like too much.
At some point after my second child made it into toddlerhood intact, I developed a kind of confidence I never had before. I am capable! I get stuff done! Our little world may be a bit of a mess on a day-to-day basis, but my husband and I can do this parenting thing.
Speak loudly in her husband's earshot about how little sex you have had since the birth of the kids. This may get him off your friend's case if he happens to think she's the only one with no sex drive. Also mention how much your husband helped out with the baby. Lie if necessary.
From the moment I heard Emma's shrill, loud cry as she emerged into the world, I knew that I would never again feel content unless I knew she was OK. When Charlotte arrived one minute later, floppy and quiet for a moment, that feeling doubled.
What parents on the cusp of welcoming a new baby don't realize, and what I didn't understand as I waddled in the park that day, is that so many of our fears are unfounded. Here's a few reasons to let go of those fears, and trust in the path ahead.