Allow me to offer a heartfelt greeting to all readers, but especially those of you who are in the parenting trenches. And by “parenting trenches,” I mean the days that are just one thing you don’t want to do after another, most of which involve some sort of bodily fluid. For the record, babies are absolute miracles, but that doesn’t mean every aspect of caring for them is pleasant. There are simply things no new mom actually likes doing, but that are required of us.
My son is nearly 3, and I currently have another baby on the way, so though his newborn days are behind us, I’m finding myself reflecting on them rather frequently as we prepare for his sibling. Unlike before, I have a sense of what to expect now. In fact, we just got out all his baby clothes and sorted through the ones we’ll be passing down, and it brought on all the feels. How was he ever that small? How was he ever that dependent on me and his dad? How did he stain so many onesies? How did we get through it?
I suspect that knowing the newborn period is a short one, and recognizing that we weren’t alone in the struggle, had something to do with our ability to get through the "parenting trenches" when it felt almost impossible. Still, that didn’t necessarily mean that any of the following tasks were pleasant: