“People always say to me ‘I don’t know how you do it with 3. I can’t do it with 1.’
And I’ll always say, the first is your hardest.
I had never been more shocked, more overwhelmed and more sleep deprived ever in my life. Yes, 3 is hard. But entering motherhood for the first time is like a tornado that swirls you in and spits you out. Those days are by far the hardest.
But what I do know is this; the days of feeling like you’ve been kicked up the vagina and hungover are few. You can hug your baby, he can sleep in your arms, you can have a routine or not and nothing bad will come of it.
Some days you’ll shower, other days you’ll smell like an orangutan, picking fleas off your head. Some days you’ll feel blessed, other days you’ll hate yourself for struggling because all you wanted was a baby. But both are okay, neither makes you a bad mother.
Getting a babysitter, sleeping, passing your baby over to your partner like a football, or putting the baby down in her bed nice and safe while you take a minute – is ok. Your mental health matters. Your self-care is still important. You’re still a person. You don’t have to exhaust yourself to be a good mother. You don’t have to lose yourself.
No one is cleaning their house every day. No one is having sex every day. No one has it all together. We are ALL losing our [crap]. Even Becky with the good hair.
