I’ve come to the conclusion that the parents of the world (even those that claim to be friends) aren’t totally upfront about what a fucking absolute nightmare it is to have a newborn. When I’ve confronted people about this in the past six weeks they sort of just laugh it off and say, “Oh, I guess you sort of just block out the bad stuff” or “Don’t worry, things will get better after the third month.” After the third month!? Have they also blocked out that every waking minute (and basically all the minutes are “waking”) feels like an hour?
Well-intentioned people who’ve sent greeting cards of congratulations have written comments like, “Enjoy this time.” For a few weeks there I felt so inadequate as a mother and like a piece of shit as a person because I’ve found this experience to be anything but enjoyable. I mean, the kid definitely has her moments of cuteness but right now, those moments are way too few and far between. I love her and all, but in the middle of handling her all alone during a six-hour crying jag (after a sleepless night), I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have occasions were I felt so despondent and emotionally broken that I thought I’d done a disservice to my baby and myself by thinking I had what it took to be a mom. It’s literally the most difficult thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.
There should be an “It gets better” campaign for new parents, because I could use some light at the end of the tunnel right about now.