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