The Dirty Truths No One Shares with New Moms
{Originally published on It’s My Life.}
“I am so tired.” She said, “why don’t they tell you about this?”
“Bu-uh-ut,” I stammered. “I did tell you.”
And I had, over and over again, for at least the last four months of her her pregnancy.
“Oh, I know,” she answered. “I just didn’t realize that no sleep, meant really no sleep.”
I thought back to all the times I’d tried to warn her and I knew I was partially to blame. It’s true. We don’t tell our pregnant friends everything, not because we don’t think they can take it, not because we don’t think they’ll believe us, but because it hurts to relive it and it’s easier to joke about sleepless nights than to go into details about how hard it really is.
So, my dears, here it is, the dirty dirty truth. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
No one tells you that you will stand in the shower day after day and sob because you can’t stand the thought of getting out and facing your baby again. No one tells you that some days you stand in that shower and it takes all your willpower not to curl up into a ball on the ground under the pelting shower stream. You don’t let yourself because you know that you’d never get up again.
No one tells you that with every lost hour of sleep you go slowly a bit more crazy and that the middle of the night is the darkest, scariest, and loneliest time. That you will dread the dusk because it’s the signal that night is coming and you just don’t know if you can survive another night.
No one tells you that you will grow to hate being touched and that some days it will again take all your willpower not to scream when someone places a hand on you, even as a gesture of love and support. By the same token, no one tells you that you will grow to hate sex or even the promise of sex and resent the person requiring it from you. Sex becomes just another chore at the end of a long and tedious day of tending to people’s needs. A chore that requires a lot of touching.
No one tells you that spending all day with a baby is boring. Mindnumbingly boring.
No one tells you that you will feel like half your brain has up and left you. You will forget everything. You will lose the ability to multi-task. You will lose the ability to form a coherent sentence.
No one tells you that you will resent, and even sometimes hate your kids, for many, many things like destroying your body and stealing your brain.
No one tells you that you’re going to lose your hair by the fistful and pee your pants when you sneeze.
No one tells you that you will hate breastfeeding. That it’s going to be the hardest thing you will ever have done. That your nipples will crack and bleed and that you will have to bite down on something, a blanket, your t-shirt, a burp cloth, every time the baby latches on. That you might not produce any milk or that you might produce too much and that you’re going to feel betrayed by your boobs over and over again. And yet you will persevere long beyond what a rational person would endure and yet you won’t be able to articulate why you can’t just quit and admit defeat already.
No one tells you how relieved you will be if you do finally throw in the towel and just focus on enjoying your baby or when miraculously your nursing woes vanish and you suddenly realize that you haven’t needed to bite down on something during the latch in a while.
No one tells you that you will feel like every other mother is doing a much better job and that you know they think you’re a terrible mom.
No one tells you that you will constantly second guess every little parenting decision you make.
No one tells you that you will be sure that your baby secretly hates you.
No one tells you that you’re terrified that your child will love her daycare providers more than you. And they might tell you that it’s not true, but you won’t believe them until you see it for yourself.
No one tells you that you will eventually grow to want sex again. That you’ll want to be hugged and touched again. That you’ll have time to spend with your partner and that you’ll want it that way.
No one tells you that you will fall in love with your baby, maybe not on day one or even on day 30, but on one day, when you will wake up and look into those eyes and understand why people kill to protect their children.
No one tells you just how much your life will change, how much you will change, how much your relationship with others will change. Or how OK you will eventually be with all that, once you make peace with your body’s shortcomings and finally, finally, get some sleep.
Editor’s Pick by MommyTime at Mommy’s Martini. I’m new to reading It’s My Life. In fact, this is the first post of Jessica Rosenberg’s I read. But it struck such a deep chord with me that I had to nab it for Blog Nosh. I vividly remember feeling, as a brand-new mother, that it was not okay to admit that I wasn’t loving every minute of my life with an infant. Jessica captures the heartache and loneliness, the physical and mental exhaustion, so perfectly — and she is not afraid to say that all new mothers need to know they are not alone in this. I admired her honesty here, and I kept reading and reading and reading. Her blog is full of such eloquence and truth. You might want to check out the original post with comments. Or subscribe now. You’ll be glad you did.
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March 11th, 2009
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WOW! Ain’t that the truth?!
I think if we were THAT honest with new parents, there would be far less new parents out there;)
No truer words were spoken. My youngest is a month away from turning 18, and there are brief (yes, very brief!) moments when I wish for those sleepless nights.
[...] The Dirty Truths No One Shares with New Moms | Blog Nosh Magazine I thought back to all the times I’d tried to warn her and I knew I was partially to blame. It’s true. We don’t tell our pregnant friends everything, not because we don’t think they can take it, not because we don’t think they’ll believe us, but because it hurts to relive it and it’s easier to joke about sleepless nights than to go into details about how hard it really is. [...]
my due date is in two months. i will consider myself warned … (and a wee bit terrified)!
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I am so glad to read this stuff! I am almost 8 months pregnant and I feel the same way about people asking how it is to be pregnant. You tell them you have to pee all the time and that you are tired beyond thinking clearly, but they don’t really believe you…they laugh!! I’m like, “No, you aren’t getting it!” Pregnancy is not all glowing skin and blissfulness. My body will never be the same and can I honestly remember what it felt like to be me, pre-pregnancy? Not really. In the end it WILL be worth it. It will be, it will be, IT WILL BE!
I wish I would have found this when I was pregnant! I have learned so much in just 12 weeks of having a newborn. And I have often said … why didn’t anyone tell me about this??
What a great essay. All of it rings true to me. Especially the touching. I didn’t realize how much touching there is when nursing a baby and how it results in you never wanting to be touched by someone else. One other that I would add: No one ever told you that it would take a year to lose the baby weight and by the end you may not even care…