*This post is personal, and not intended to offend anyone, or spark any great "child care" debates. Read at your own risk*
I always thought I'd be a great mom. My mom always seemed to know what she was doing, and I hoped I could continue that family trend. I was so wrong. And since this blog is where I can just talk about whatever I like (and hopefully people are enjoying it so far!) I'm going to publish a list of the things that I've done during the baby years that may not have gone along with the current trends.
- In the beginning I couldn't stand my baby. My first baby. The thing I had been waiting 9 months (and 2 years, I think, trying to conceive) for. If she wasn't nursing, she was crying. If she wasn't crying or nursing, she was sleeping - only for a short period, and only in someone's arms (usually mine as she fell asleep nursing). Eventually the baby swing became my best friend, but it took a bit for me to figure this out. Hand in hand with this was...
- I co-slept with my first baby until she was almost one year old. Or maybe past her first birthday, I don't really remember. Funny how a year of barely sleeping muddles your memories...
- I introduced baby #1 to rice cereal at 5 months. It was just a day where I couldn't take the nursing every 10 minutes. Thank god for random samples of everything that you get if you sign up for stuff when you have a baby. If you're so hungry, eat this instead! And guess what, she ate it and loved it! I think this may have been a small turning point for me - meaning I finally realized things will get better.
- Going back to work after maternity leave almost felt like a vacation for me. Someone else is now watching my fussy kid (who, by this time was becoming quite cute and interesting and less of a time-consuming monster) and I get to go interact with other humans who actually speak and listen and have to be nice to me (at least some of the time).
- Escaping the house was such a great relief to me that I would work myself into minor anxiety attacks at the end of every work day when I had to go get the baby from daycare. Sometimes there would be tears before I pulled into the driveway to pick her up. And then that would cause yet more mom guilt. Vicious cycle.
- I hated reading bedtime stories. Bedtime is supposed to be this nice, relaxing, bonding time with your child, right? WRONG! We would read stories for an hour and she would still put up a fuss. This is around age 2 or 3. And of course toss a new baby into the mix and all bets are off. Luckily baby #2 was a blessing - she slept on her own right from the beginning. I thought she had died the first time she did it, as I had never experienced a newborn going to sleep. I don't think I would have made it if she hadn't been a "good" baby from the beginning.
- I liked baby #2 better from the get-go. That's not saying I love one child over the other, I just enjoyed baby #2's baby stage much better than #1's. Is that because I now "knew what I was doing?" and was less of an anxious first-time mom? I'm sure that's a factor.
Share in the comments, if you have any similar (or completely different) confessions or things you've done with or for your babies that may have gone against popular opinion.
And stay tuned as I plan to continue this "confessions" series into the now ages of my kids, and on. Thanks for reading!