Being a parent is fucking hard; I am not going to lie. If you disagree, you must have a dream baby and I extremely envious. Don’t get me wrong, I love my son to bits but nobody could have prepared me for what these first few weeks would be like.
I waddled more after having my son that I did the weeks leading up to the birth, I have been milked by another human and I’ve had more hands in me than the pick & mix lolly bin at the local supermarket. We lived in the lounge for the first 2 weeks and it’s a good day if I manage to eat a proper breakfast; Tim Tams are nutritional, right? I have 5-minute showers every 2nd day if I’m lucky and my hair has been in a scraggly mum bun for 7 weeks and counting.
When people told me being a parent is the most rewarding yet hardest job ever, boy were they right! I now have so much more respect and love for my own parents knowing what they went through with (although I would have been one of those dream babies we spoke about earlier).
No two days are the same and each and every day I am learning something new.
The thing that fucks you most is the sleep deprivation, the first two weeks were horrible (for us anyway) and I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Things seem to be on the up now that we have somewhat of a routine in place and are starting to get the hang of this whole parenting thing.
What upsets me the most about being a parent is how judgmental other people can be, who in turn make you question every parenting decision you’ve made to date. Breastfeeding was a horrible experience for me and I constantly feel like I’ve made a poor decision to formula feed my child due to all the ‘breast is best’ propaganda. You would think somebody; somewhere claims commission every time a child latches. Breastfeeding doesn’t work for everybody, for whatever reason. You don’t know their reasoning, and you don’t need too. 8 weeks in and I am still nervous about pulling out a bottle in public, it’s sad that society has made us feel this way. I constantly sit and wonder if I should have persevered through the tears, the blood and the sleepless nights, all so I wouldn’t feel guilty and question myself. You know what? That sucks and people shouldn’t feel this way. If you are successfully breastfeeding your child, I applaud you.
I hear about people being judged over trivial, and personal decisions. Where their baby sleeps, the use of a dummy, what they choose to share on social media, the list goes on. It’s tough being a parent and it’s only now that I am one, I feel like I can truly comment.
I’ve decided to blog about my journey as a new parent, and for those who know me personally will know that it will be raw and honest. Keep in my mind, these are my experiences – everybody is different.
My child is happy and healthy and that’s all that matters.