There were a lot of things I was afraid of when expecting our second baby. A lot of things.
The things I read and people I spoke with with told me to “just wait”. That life would change and never be the same.
That I’d be stretched thin. That my husband and I would pass like ships in the night. That I might lose myself.
Things I read and people I met also told me this when I was expecting my first.
And each time I anticipated the arrival of my baby with anxiety and questions. So many questions.
Then my baby arrived and every fear was put to rest. For a little while at least.
You see, what some people warn you about and say is true.
Some days will be hard, some days will be long, some nights will be longer.
There will be a day where it feels like the honeymoon phase has ended and this baby thing isn’t what you signed up for at all.
There will be a day where you lose your temper with your husband. A day where you feel lost. A day where you feel lonely. A day where you miss your freedom and thin waist. A day where you want to throw your hands up and leave.
And it’ll be hard for that day, or that week and you’ll think “they were right”. And maybe during that day or that week you’ll come across a new parent and tell them to “just wait” for what’s to come.
I was tempted to do that today. To take to my platform and complain about this week. This absolutely trying and horrible week.
But as an “experienced” parent (and I use that loosely), I know if I “just wait” we’ll eventually turn a corner. I know if I “just wait” my sick and clingy toddler will soon start giggling and playing. I know if I “just wait” I’ll grow more patient with my husband. I know if I “just wait” we’ll make it out of this parenting lull and there will be periods of beautiful things.
So, to the parents afraid of what’s to come, and to the parents meeting their match of what-is. Just wait. The clouds will break.