Has it really been six months since my last blog post? I wonder why tha – oh wait, I know. As a matter of fact, just as I sat down to write this, my little
monster blessing decided it was the perfect time for a meltdown. But we’ll get to the joys of parenting a little later. Well, actually that ties directly in to what this post is about. I mean this in the least hippie-ish way possible, but it’s all about acceptance.
Point being, no amount of preparation can adequately compare to the reality of having a little human who needs you for everything and relies on you 24/7. They should have called the book (and subsequent movie) “When you’re Expecting, Expect to Have your Expectations Obliterated.” Perhaps I shall copyright that and become a millionaire. Or, more likely, it will take me eight hours to finish this post because of feedings, diaper changing, consoling, pulling out of hair, and teething meltdowns. And you know what’s the most insane part about all of that? I actually don’t mind it. I even think I – dare I say? – like it! That is possibly the best expectation to have blown out of the water. You love this mini monster so darn much that no amount of Gitmo-level torture can make you bitter about the situation. You may, however, be so sleep deprived that your happiness frightens others.
So yeah, a little acceptance, a lot of self-forgiveness, and a healthy understanding that crazy is the new normal will help you make it through the first few weeks. And let’s be honest. The first few days will feel like weeks and when the doctor discharges you, you will expect to exit the hospital and see flying cars and robot people since surely eons have gone by whilst you were in there. Because, besides the fact that you’ve just had a small human taken out of your body, you are awakened every one to two hours for days on end and your sense of space and time is just not what it used to be.
I’d apologize for the lateness, the lack of clarity, and the shortness of this blog post, but apologizing is just no longer the biggest nor the best tool in my skill set anymore. Apologizing really shouldn’t be in yours either with the small exception of explosive diarrhea in a public place. And that’s totally a random example, not like anything close to that has ever actually happened… ahem. Anyways, I really will get back into the swing of things with better posts and (hopefully) better time management, but I’m a mom now and things are just a little more timey-wimey and wibbly-wobbly these days 😉 So accept the crazy. Accept that leaving in ten minutes really means getting on the road in twenty. Accept that some people won’t be able to keep up with the new mommy you. Accept that you’re a new mommy. Accept that there will be more bodily fluids on you then a hotel scene in an episode of CSI. Thank you to anyone who has kept up or stayed with this blog, it truly means the world to me ❤