Today, my friend whom I've reconnected with... we have MUCH shared history including her great-grandmother being the person who played the piano at my church growing up and was basically the best person ever. (She also told my sister who took piano lessons from her--after breaking her arm--it's ok if she decides not to come back. My sister is good at MANY THINGS (including always being right) but musical abilities are not her skill.)) Anyway...my friend sent me this blog today that brought me to tears because it's so true. Every description she gave of having a baby hit at home.
Now that I'm getting a bit more sleep (mostly down to once or twice a night feedings) I can reflect a bit more. My response to her was that I would be up in the middle of the night, for about the 5th time and was the tiredest I could ever ever be. No one tells you how tired you'll be, but honestly, I don't think I would have or could have believed them. No one tells you that your husband (and your dogs) are going to make you crazy, or that you'll sing your baby some song your grandfather sang you and it will make you burst into tears and when your husband asks "what is wrong" you can only respond with staring longingly at your baby and saying, "I just love him so much." Because you don't get it either. That deep primal love. Then you forgive your husband for making mouth noises because without his genes you wouldn't have this perfect little baby. (Then maybe you get annoyed again for something else ridiculous even though he is trying SO hard to not tip you over the edge--the edge is a lot closer right there in the beginning.)
I'm not sure we don't tell our friends how it's "really going to be" because we want to shield them, but maybe because we have mommy amnesia. I think it's a little bit of that and the fact that I honestly can't remember some of it because right now is just SO GOOD.
Well, and possibly we want to shield them. So to all of you future mommy's out there sleep now. For all of you with the teeny tiny ones (how does mine no longer fall into this category?) it gets better. Some lady at the grocery store randomly told me that one day. Then walked away with her knowing eyes.
Oh babies. Don't you just respect your mom's and friends that are moms so much more now?