One of the most significant hurdles I encountered, but didn't necessarily consider prior to becoming a parent, was just how impossible it is to leave the house with a baby, especially during those early weeks of motherhood. Seriously, even the idea of getting somewhere specific and at a certain time, felt like a monstrous hurdle on par with hiking the Pacific Trail or swimming the English Channel or giving up cheese. Like, it just was not going to happen, despite my best efforts and highest of hopes.
In fact, I have very specific memories of the nurse at our doctor’s office telling my partner and I that we’d need to bring our son back for another weigh-in and, almost instantly, feeling completely and utterly defeated. We had already accomplished the seemingly impossible in bringing our new baby to the doctor's office once, and now someone was telling us we had to do it again? I mean, of course we were also concerned for our son's wellbeing and didn't want anything to be even remotely wrong, but, you know, ugh. Getting out of the house with a newborn is really, really hard.
Thankfully, most of people I was meeting when venturing out of the house with a brand new baby were fairly accommodating and understanding. I was definitely ready to start revisiting the friendships in my life before I could consider myself a "pro" at leaving the house with my son, and nothing made that more obvious than the text messages I sent when trying to do both. I’ve since switched phones so many records are (thankfully) lost, but here’s what I suspect texts from that time period might have looked like. Nostalgia, you're a cruel, cruel mistress.