8 weeks of you and the most important things I’ve learnt.
- Sleep envy is a real thing. You will feel genuinely annoyance at your partner for sleeping and you will think of ways you could wake them (sometimes this thought will be reality)
- Whoever designed babies with the fault that they will become overtired and scream until they sleep, stopping themselves from sleeping – is a dick.
- Making mum friends is a lot like dating, who will make the first move?, when is it ok to exchange numbers?, is this long term? Are they looking for the same thing? 🤣
- You will seek ways to make your baby sleep longer, However when they do you will wake in blind panic and check for breathing.
- Your google search history will now all be questions that you know deep down cannot be answered. How do I get my baby to sleep longer? How much baby vomit is normal? How long is it ok for your baby to not poo for? Is it ok for your baby to poo 6 times a day?
- There is something worse than when you baby poos out the sides of their nappy. The dog could then get hold of this nappy and tear it into tiny bits on the sofa 😩
- Laundry baskets do not have a bottom even when you buy additional ones.
- A baby can sit in a poo without alerting you for a fair amount of time but other times they can scream immediately after and poo three times in an hour
- You will not want to leave your baby, but you will feel genuine envy that your partner went to work or the gym. You will on “occasion” inform them of this.
- After 8 weeks hormones are still not back to normal – people do not tell you this in advance.
Despite all of the above I am having the best time and loving every minute of you.
Despite the above points, I don’t give my partner enough credit. I have really needed his support to get through all the new challenges. He helps with night feeds where possible and following lots of discussions always tries to match my parenting style. It is really important to talk to them about what you need and ask what they need. This is new and difficult for you both.
