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.
Newborn baby! So exciting. You saw the pic your buddy posted in Facebook, with the kid's stats -- weight, height, gender, name. You want to visit that tiny creature and get a first hand look. But when? And how?
In the night, when you're sitting on the hard floor with your crying baby and your crying self and your despair because you want to just stop it but you don't know how, I wish you could zoom out and see that you're one of an ocean of mamas rocking on the floor in the night.