If I Ever Get Past This Stage…
And survive to tell the tale, I would tell all new mummys that it’s ok to not know everything, and to figure things out along the way.
That books are books, and advice is advice, but every baby is different and you have to get to know your own baby instead of applying all that you’ve read onto her wholesale.
That making mistakes in taking care of your new baby is perfectly normal, and it will not mar you or your baby’s life forever.
That it’s ok to feel down and let others take care of you for a while.
That it’s perfectly fine to let your baby cry for a while, and it’s also ok to pick her up to comfort her, at your discretion. And it’s not going to spoil her.
That however bad the situation seems, however loud her cries, God is in control. He loves your baby much more than you do, He was the one who created her and He will be there for her throughout her life.
Now if only I could remember and apply all these to my life right now…
Church friends who are fellow mums have been a real blessing. It’s not just the practical stuff like the clothes and freezer and breast pump that they’ve passed me; it’s also the fact that they are completely honest with their own motherhood journeys and it soothes like a balm to know that they too experienced nights when their babies cried inconsolably for 2-4 hours straight, or had jaundiced babies who only recovered at 2 months, or struggled with breastfeeding, wondering if they are starving their child.