Unsolicited Advice

So many people gave me advice when I was pregnant. Some of it I dismissed, some of it I tried to remember. The thing about advice, though, is that it’s based on personal opinions. Experiences that other people had. Advice that they had been given. With that being said…

I have some advice.

See the calm, happy, adorable baby in the hospital bassinet? This is the one you left the hospital with. This is the one that the nurses gushed over and said was incredibly easy to take care of.

This is the baby you had when all the company came over the second you got home. This is the one that slept soundly, ate well, and was happy to just be held when there were 5 adults there, some of whom had their own children.

…but this is the baby that will be present at 2 am. This is the one that you will change 40 times, offer food to every 5 minutes, and the one that will make YOU cry because you can’t figure out what’s wrong. Everything you do makes him more upset. Everything seems to be spiraling out of control, until you pick him up, pat him on the back…and feel spit up run down your hair, down your back, and to your feet. He will then fall asleep sweetly.

Don’t worry, though. Three years later, you won’t remember that baby. You will remember this one:

As a bonus, you will also fondly remember that as the last time you got to lay down.

And before you know it, this will be the child that you have, that you can’t remember ever not having. The one that makes you wonder what the point of your life was BEFORE you had him:

So, spend less time worrying, less time beating yourself up, and just go with it. Parenthood can’t be planned, it just falls into place the way it should be.

*This post was written in response to Mama Kat’s writing prompt asking for advice for new parents.

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10 thoughts on “Unsolicited Advice

  1. “The one that makes you wonder what the point of your life was BEFORE you had him”. I love this. It’s so true. I didn’t know how little I cared about the other things in my life until I had my son.

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