Ironically, during this exchange on the phone this happened:
Ok, that last part doesn't make sense, but you get the idea.
And then comes along, through the fog of sippy cups, sleepless nights, reading the same book 385793485 times (slipping in a child-friendly-pitched profanity here and there)... a glimmer of internet hope. My dear friend Rose sends me a link:
Maybe before saying "Cherish it all, you'll never get this time back," let a mom know that:
- Breastfeeding isn't easy for lots.
- Formula isn't going to kill your baby/make them obese/make them dumb. Carry around chopsticks to stab judgy mom's in the eye. You'll get a glare for using it, no matter what. At least earn the glare. STAB!
- Sleep deprivation can lead to you putting dish soap on your waffle instead of syrup. (Note to self, move the dish soap.)
- Cameras are good for catching the crying moments, if only to give yourself a bit of perspective, and a break from the insanity.
- it's totally normal for the first few months/years/decades of parenthood to suck. A lot. I can't even be quippy with this one. It's a standalone truth.
- Bribing kiddos with cherrios will not cause them to be 48574 lbs. And it will allow your pediatrician to finally look in their ears.
- Going with your gut usually works the best. (This is also applicable after nights of heavy drinking.) If you think you should call the advice nurse for the umpteenth time, do it. If you think that feeding them fish sticks just this once, do it.