To say I wasn't ready to be a mother is an understatement. No matter how many books I read or moms I talked to, I really had no clue what I was in for, and it was so different than I envisioned it would be. It involves more poop, less sleep, more love, and way more tears than I expected. I wasn't prepared for so many things, including how much I would love my daughter and how hard it would be. Then, of course, there were the things no one tells you about the first time your baby cries, which made me wildly unprepared and at a loss when I heard my newborn daughter's first ever wail. It damaged my exhausted new mom psyche. I had no idea what was wrong, how to fix it, and how to stop crying myself. It broke my heart and scared the crap out of me at the same time.
Here I was, feeling like a bus had hit me and somebody left me responsible for this tiny human who wouldn't stop crying. It nearly broke me. I tried everything to comfort her, finally discovering that what she wanted most was me. She needed to be held, nursed, and snuggled close by the very person who brought her into the world. It was great, to be sure, but only for about the first hour and then I got tired and tried to put her down, only to have her start crying again.
Now, I know logically that crying is the only mechanism that babies have to communicate their needs, but seriously, it would be so much easier if your smartphone could translate their cries so you could figure out just what in the ever-loving hell is wrong. Because, in my experience, just when you think you can recognize their cry and the applicable solution, you discover that sometimes babies cry for no freaking discernible reason and there's absolutely nothing you can do. I wasn't prepared for that at all, or really any of the following: