this may have been asked before, but I'm not really sure.
Since STM+ already had an idea what to expect this time around, I'm going to direct my question primarily towards FTMs.
Since our LOs are now 6 months give or take a month, and you've gotten a taste of what it's like to be a mom, is it what you expected?
What did you expect and what's different? What's better than you expected and what's worse? What are you looking forward to and not looking forward to?
STMs feel free to reply too, if you like, especially if this LO is the polar opposite of your older children.
Re: FTMs- is it what you expected?
Like PP I never realized how full time of a gig this mom thing was, I really don't think it is possible to understand it until you have children. I thought I knew how much work kids were, I nannied for 7 years, taught in a montessori pre-school, went down to help my sister for weeks at a time when she had newborn twins but it wasn't the same. In hindsight I should've know that. There is no preparing for the 24/7 nature of being a parent, nothing else requires us to completely be at the beck and call of another person.
I was also surprised that it took me awhile to really bond with my first child. I expected to immediately feel like a "mom" when I gave birth to him but to be honest I felt like a full-time baby sitter for the first few weeks of his life.
I never knew how much I could love another person until I had a child and then somehow my heart became big enough to love 2 that much. Being a mother is the thing I am most proud of and find the most joy in.
Truly, I'm completely in love with my daughter now. But that didn't happen until about FIVE months. Part of that was her temperament (sensitive and she cried constantly) and she's a poor sleeper. Part of our slow bond was attributed to my mental health (either mild PPD or seasonal depression was looming around November-January). And a large part of it was my surprise with the LACK of support I received from our "closest" family members. My mom was amazing for like 2 weeks then spiraled out of control mentally into depression and began pulling away from me and my daughter. My MIL is the most judgemental person I know, so you can imagine how guarded I felt to show ANY weakness at all. It was hard. So frickin hard.
Things I love:
-Seeing her smile, laugh, giggle, and coo!
-Seeing her grow! Although it's bittersweet!
-Labor and delivery!! It was hell, but pushing myself and then holding my daughter for the first time was the best day ever!
Things I don't love!
-Mainly just all the sudden opinions about my life that everyone magically formed once I became a mom!
- some days I miss sleeping peacefully uninterrupted.
- having more time to myself without really planning it.
But I still would choose being a mom over and over again. I feel really blessed!
I was also shocked by the complete lack of support I received. Like literally everyone offered to help and I kept trying to get them to come over and people kept not showing up! Or their support was to sit on the couch and hold the baby. Literally MIL came over and sat on the couch for 3 solid hours just holding the baby. Did nothing else. Seriously, the only thing I DIDN'T need help with was holding the baby.
DH has been amazing though! He really stepped up in a way that I've never personally seen in a man.
I'm now working full time and momming full time. DS is in a great day care, but I've never been close to a working mom before. All the moms I've ever been close to stayed home. So I have no one to give advice or support. They all just want to complain about how hard being a SAHM was.
BUT (a word that negates everything I just typed) I've never known someone that makes me as happy as DS makes me. I'd never cried tears of joy before him. It is amazing....now.
Since coming into the role of a mother I think I was right. There is no way to prepare for the around the clock demand it is. The way your life does a complete 180, how little time you have for yourself, for your loved ones, for friends. It is almost weird to feel like yourself yet be a completely different person at the same time. I have great intention to be the best friend/aunt/sister/daughter yet no follow through because I have a little person depending on me and they come first.
The first few months I was surprised to see how far behind DH was to actually realizing he was a parent. For me the moment I found out I was pregnant I was like "OH CRAP I'm going to be a mom" And I think that never happened to him until the moment he saw LO. So he was 9 months behind and it showed ( I should add since then that DH has stepped up immensely and is truly the best father to LO) I was also surprised to see the people who always said they would be around so vacant in our lives. Best friends before now acquaintances. That was really hard to accept. As if having a kid made us "other".
But I think the biggest thing I could never prepare for yet was the most rewarding thing of parenting was the immense joy and love I have for this LO that is an extension of me. It's like my heart is living outside my body and it's the most amazing, scariest and freeing thing I have experienced. Having a child you forget everything about the past and become so optimistic for the future that being LO's mom kind of was like hitting the restart button in my life. And for that I am so thankful. Now I feel determined to be the strongest and best version of myself and I'm not sure that anything else in this world could have given me that. Loving my LO will be the greatest accomplishment of my life and for that I feel truly blessed everyday.
It is harder than I thought some days but then on those few good nap days I feel on top of the world. Ds took a turn around five months with sleeping. He went from sleeping about 8 hours to now only 3 so that's been hard and my post partum anxiety really got bad which I didn't expect. Some days it's mentally hard trying to entertain ds all day long as he's pretty clingy and gets bored quickly. However I love his little personality- he's very social and active and even on the days I just want to sit in the shower and cry, I still have those moments of heart swelling love.
I think the hardest thing is balancing being mom and being me. Some days I feel like I'm literally just milk maid and maker of odd noises. I have tried to be intentional to still be myself and find working part time when dh can watch lo has helped.
Im lucky to have a great support system which I think makes all the difference. Dh is so hands on and both his family and mine are very helpful. I seriously think this experience would be so much harder without them.
This time around i knew things were going to change but i didnt know how much. Dividing my time and attention for the 3 of them individually & together is a task!
When i first brought them home from the NICU i underestimated how much time it would take to leave the house & it took forever. I was so used to giving DD her clothes. She would get dressed. I would comb her hair I'd tell her to put on her jacket & we would leave where we had to. Now i have to get 2 babies ready & DD ready then myself it takes us maybe an 1.5 or 2 hours to even leave the house if we have something to do.
& even though its hard. Just like @ElleMF728 said its amazing how your heart has enough room to love all your kids. That was something i was afraid of. not being able to love my kids equally, as ridiculous as it sounds..
& i know some mommas are having a hard time still, but just remember everything passes & when they are older in an awkward way you'll miss these moments that drive us crazy now.
Things I miss/ don't love:
- how poor we are
- being able to sleep without interruptions
- being able to casually leave the house at any moment or running quickly into a store to grab something
- I miss alone time with my DH
Things that make everything worth it:
- my sons smile when he looks at me. He doesn't give anyone the type of reaction I get and its the best feeling in the world
- Seeing how much my husband loves him and how proud he is
- the sound of my son talking to himself in his car seat while I'm driving
- being woken up by the sound of raspberries and a smile
Being a mom is the best thing in this world. I thought there'd be moments where I'd get bored with it, like when you're babysitting and you're ready to give the kids to their parents. I never get bored of him, I could stare at him 24 hours a day and be perfectly happy
So I kind of echo what @vibarra27 and @ElleMF728 said; I was so worried about how my relationship with DS would change once the new baby came. He was my little buddy and for 3 years we did everything together. I had huge anxiety about two weeks before my due date because I was scared for him. It sounds so silly and irrational now (especially typing it out.) Our relationship didn't change, we still have the same bond. And I'm amazed at how much I can love both these little creatures at the same time.
One other thing I wasn't prepared for was how DH would handle having a girl. When DS was born he was all over diaper changes. With this LO he was (and still is) concerned about diaper changes because he's "not used to female parts" in that way. I'm like dude, how do you think I felt when we DS was a infant!
Also, I never expected to be so in love. It's overpowering.
I, now a FTM, knew what I was getting myself into but didn't understand the 'no sleep for months on end' aspect of it. This shit is rough! Wouldn't trade baby love for anything. It's the whole no sleep thing that kills me. This makes my once dreaded finals week look like fun! Ha!
She's worth every bit of pain and hardship it took to conceive her though. I wouldn't change a thing.
Best part of my day is the excitement, big smiles and laughs I get when I go get her in the morning.
BFP September 2013 - MMC at 12 weeks
BFP February 2014 - early loss/CP at 4.5 weeks
BFP May 2014 - MMC/ complete molar pregnancy at 11 weeks
BFP December 2015 - DD born 8/18/2015
BFP November 2016 - pending...
- to not connect with him right away. It took a month or so to really bond.
- to adapt to sleepless nights so well... Not that it was easy, but pre-baby me loved me some sleep, and now I function pretty darn well. Yeah!
- to think about someone alllll the time. He's the last thing I think about at night, the first thing I think about in the morning and all day in between. I miss him during the day, I look forward to seeing him on my way home and when I wake up.
- Also I never expected to be so emotionally drained. LO is a fusser and when he's unhappy, it takes a lot out of me. A lot.
- I didn't expect to want another... And sometimes I don't. But sometimes I really do.
-husband is hands-on, top notch, conscientious, and involved parent/partner. He's like this about everything, so I knew he wouldn't be "that dad," who is hands off/leaves it all to the wife. He also waited for a long time to be a parent, and is over the moon about it, which also adds to his attentiveness.
-I adjusted to lack of sleep fairly well. I've gotten by on minimal sleep most of my life, so, apart from the first couple of weeks where everything was basically a dissociative fugue, minimal sleep wasnt a huge, new challenge.
-that simply being smiled at by my son would be so heartstoppingly joyful and lovely each time it happens.
Things that were harder than anticipated:
-support from non-spousal sources, or, lack thereof. Not to sound bratty and like anybody owes me anything, but the biggest letdowns have been people who go through the motions of giving vague lip service...the, "Anything you need, just call, " people who, when you actually do have a need and call, suddenly become either totally unavailable or very conditional about whether or not they can help. It's like don't offer if you don't want me to take you up on it. My husband is awesome. Other supposed sources of support? Not so much.
-balancing a full-time grad program and parenting an infant...including going back to class less than two weeks postpartum.
-Doing what used to be a reasonable number of household chores around baby needs and schoolwork. There is never a time everything is done.
-That breastfeeding would be so very time consuming,
-That physical recovery from labor, including second-degree lacerations, would be so lengthy.
-That my hair would fall out in clumps (though that's eased up in the past month or two).
I did not expect breastfeeding to be as challenging - I had this idea that it was this calm, bonding moment filled with love - not me sitting there crying with pain and stressed LO is not latching correctly or getting enough milk.
I expected the physical recovery from labour to be difficult. But it never crossed my mind that I would not have the time to even recover! I could barely sit, to yet alone work on breastfeeding techniques. Add to that sleep deprivation and post-partum depression!
The entire time I was pregnant I continuously stated how parenting would be 50-50 between my husband and I. I was so sure of this! Especially coming from a Middle Eastern background, I was determined to be different than the stereotypical norm. I was wrong. It was just impossible. Maybe because I exclusively breastfeed? Maybe because as a mother we easily put ourselves second after our babies? My husband tries to do his 50%, but somehow parenting has naturally led its way to fall into my hands more for us. Whatever the reason, parenting is for sure not 50-50. And there is not a day that I am not jealous of my husbands continuous night sleeping, while I wake up to nurse.
Well, this post was surely the best form of birth control. Bye bye, baby fever!
I had expected to love my little dude more than anything, but I didn't realize the extent to which I could love someone. It's unlike anything else ... you love your parents, you love your siblings, you love your spouse, but the love you feel for your own baby is indescribable. I could seriously just sit and stare at him all day and everything he does is amazing to me, lol.
I also didn't expect my friendships to change, but they have ... maybe they haven't from their point of view, but I find it harder to relate to all my friends who don't have kids anymore, especially when what I want to talk about most is my baby!
I did expect the sleep-deprived nights and the lack of free time ... that's not to say it doesn't get to me every now and then (thankfully our little man is an awesome sleeper now, but we had our share of multiple night wakings!), but I am trying to be better about carving out at least once a week to hang out with friends or do something for me while DH watches the baby.
Being a mom is the best decision I have ever made! When I was in my early 20s, I didn't ever want kids, and my mom was heartbroken and said us kids were the best thing that's ever happened to her and that having your own kids is so different than hanging out with other people's kids. She was so right!
I didn't realize breastfeeding would be so difficult. It was emotionally difficult and physically painful and was the biggest drain on me those first couple months. But I'm so happy and proud that we are going strong now!
I did not understand the permanent changes that would happen to my body and how long it would take it to recover and return to normal (as close as I will get). My pregnancy was so easy, very few side effects, no physical aches, didn't get that big, was able to be physically active until the end....I thought my body would return to normal right away. But there are all these little things that are hanging around or that I'm still noticing. I'm still coming to terms with the permanent changes in my body.
My favourite surprise was how fun my DS is! This sounds bad but I thought he was going to be so boring for the first year or so. I anticipated putting a lot in and getting little in return. But I am seriously loving every stage!! He is so much fun and they learn new skills so fast that they are amazing to watch.
I also don't think I could have known how much love I could have for my child. It was one of those things that I knew about, but couldn't really understand until LO was here. I spend so much time just watching him, and it's amazing!
I thought my stretch marks and extra weight would bother me. While I am on my way to losing the baby weight, I'm not nearly as obsessed about it as I thought I'd be. And my stretch marks don't bother me. I think I'm in a much healthier relationship with my body now, oddly enough.
I didn't expect to be one of those moms who constantly takes pictures of her baby and posts them on social media, but I TOTALLY am one of those moms! #sorrynotsorry
Edited to add: I was totally surprised by the postpartum hormones. I'm normally pretty even-keeled, but those first few weeks after LO was born were so rough. I'd cry over nothing and stress about everything. I hated not feeling like myself for those few weeks.