👶🏼🏠 Bringing Baby Home for the First Time: A Rollercoaster of Emotions 🏠👶🏼
Hello, everyone! I just thought I’d give you a very small glimpse into what it was like being a first-time parent to my precious little gift bundle. Bringing your child home from the hospital really is an emotional hurricane, to say the least!
First off, let’s talk about fear. Oh dear! The fear! The moment we walked in that door, with our baby in hand, I think my heart skipped about a hundred beats. Then, all of a sudden, a small, tender human had been given into my care, and it really did hit me like a ton of bricks. Every little sound, every little move had me second-guessing myself in respect to each and everything I was doing. It’s amazing how something so small can evoke such immense feelings of fear and doubt.
And then there’s the exhaustion. Oh, the exhaustion! I am pretty sure I could redefine the term “zombie mode” to a whole new depth of meaning. Sleep deprivation is not a joke, man. All that waking up, changing, feeding in the middle of the night—it just seemed to blur into one big cycle of tiredness. But somehow, in the midst of all the exhaustion, there’s this overwhelming love that keeps you going. Because your heart seems to expand three sizes overnight, and all of a sudden, you have the power to make it through those sleepless nights with a smile on your face (even though it’s a little dazed).
Now, let’s talk about advice. Oh my goodness, the advice! It easily seems like everyone and his grandmother are full of advice on how to bring up a baby, and I swear to you, it’s overwhelming. From helpful advice of well-meaning relatives to some suggestions thrown at you by unknown strangers while you are out shopping, it feels as if every person has one opinion to share with another person. Even though I am quite thankful for all these supports and advices, sometimes figuring out what to make of every type of advice is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. At the end of the day, I’ve learned to trust my instincts and do what feels right for me and my little one.
And don’t even get me started on Google searches. Oh, the endless Google searches! It’s amazing how one simple question can spiral into a black hole of conflicting information and contradictory advice. One moment, you are sure you have just stumbled upon the Holy Grail of advice on parenting; the next, you are standing there scratching your head, wondering if you are supposed to swaddle your baby up like a burrito or set up a trust fund for their future therapy expenses.😂
It’s a wild ride, to say the least. But you know what? Despite all the fear, exhaustion, and confusion, one thing pierces through it all: love. Every ounce of sleepless nights, moments of doubt, and every Google search gone wrong is worth the overwhelming, all-encompassing love a parent feels for their little one. Good luck to all the new parents out there—you’ve totally got this. But most important, know it is okay to reach out, okay to have a slip, but mostly it is okay to just love the journey.
I forgot to mention that my baby is now 20 years old and he is studying at Uni. My youngest daughter is 27 this year and at present heading on a train to stay with me for a few days. Even harder to believe is that the first bundle of fear and love is coming up to 30 years old.
The journey of a new parent is a life changing experience, filled tears, laughter, love and one that passes so quickly.
❤️ #NewParentLife #BringingBabyHome #LoveConquersAll 🌟
