Seriously. Do you think I’m joking? B/c I’m not.
So let’s have some real talk. Having a newborn in the house is tough and anyone that says anything different is either lying or trying to sell you something.
I called a lot of my friends who have kids and asked them, “is it supposed to be this tough?”
One friend said she hates parenting a newborn. I’m sworn to secrecy on which friend said that, so just take it as fact and move on.
Another mom said she liked to scream into her pillow and cry. Followed by another friend who had enough one day and put her baby in the crib, shut the door, went into her room and shut her bedroom door. “If they are crying, they are breathing.”
The other day, Reagan just cried and I held her and cried too. That put her right to sleep. Note to self: if I want my daughter to sleep, I should get to complete exhaustion and tears, she’ll go right to sleep as my tears hit her face and I’ll be a total wreck. Perfect.
So when my dentist apt appeared on my schedule, I kept telling Rob how excited I was.
“Rob, I have a dentist apt. on Wednesday and I am NOT changing it.”
Rob’s all, “Umm…OK, I can be here with Reagan it’s not a problem.”
I counted down the days…and then, it was here.
I had a nice drive to the dentist, called a few friends to exchange baby horror stories and I felt like a human being again. It was good to know that I wasn’t alone in my feelings that this is hard. A friend of mine said, “no one can prepare you for what you will go through b/c you can’t understand it unless you go through it.”
She’s right. Operating on three hours of sleep and trying to soothe a crying baby in your arms is difficult. And, EVERYONE goes through it. I think that’s why I’m frustrated with those moms who tell you everything is perfect, their baby doesn’t cry and they also made origami crafts while their baby slept all day. How productive and perfect!! Seriously, get away from me.
Back to the Dentist…I walk in and they all knew I was adopting, so they wanted to see pictures. I showed them pictures of Reagan and they just showered praises on how cute she was.
She is cute!
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of people telling me she looks like a doll and that she’s gorgeous, and while I had nothing to do with any of her features, I agree that she is beautiful.
The girls in the office asked how I was doing and if I was getting any sleep.
I just laugh…”HA, yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this apt b/c I plan to take a nap once you put the nitrous oxide on.”
We all had a chuckle.
And then, it was my turn to get my teeth all cleaned and to get a nice 30 minute rest.
You might think, “she’s crazy, she gets laughing gas to get her teeth cleaned,” and I could honestly care less what anyone thinks of that. I can tell you I have sensitive teeth and gums (which I do) and I could tell you that I’m tired and I want to have a relaxing dentist visit (which is also true).
And so I did, and my dentist apt did not disappoint.
April 2nd, 2013 at 10:56 pm
Love this! Very funny (and true!)
April 4th, 2013 at 1:43 am
I can’t handle the cuteness of Reagan in that hat. Oh my gosh!
The first year is so hard. We completely believed we had ruined our lives when we had K, and he was a chill baby in comparison to Z. If Z had come first I for sure would have been commited. But the good news is once they hit 1 it is a huge turning point and they become so much more fun. Even though Z does nothing but cry when he’s awake, I just remind myself (over and over) that this won’t last forever and I just have to make it through this first year. I might be deaf by then, but then I won’t hear his crying anymore either ;P