Being a parent is hard. Being a new parent is even harder. You’re subject to everyone’s advice, opinions, and words of wisdom. You’re confused. You’re exhausted. You’re trying to figure out feedings and get whatever sleep you can while there is this tiny, fragile human constantly crying and needing you. You don’t leave the house for days at a time, your body doesn’t feel like your own. It is hard. And one day, you think you can’t do it anymore. 

For me, that day came about 2 weeks after Caleb was born. My hormones were still going nuts, we were still feeding about every 2.5 hours, and there was this constant noise all around me. I was so overwhelmed. Everyone around me had nothing but the best of intentions, but it was making me crazy, because I couldn’t just BE.  Honestly, as helpful as it was having people come over and bring us food, I almost would have preferred a couple days where we could just adjust to life with this new tiny creature in our lives. We came home from the hospital to my parents cooking for us in our kitchen and having organized things for us (our kitchen cabinets were being installed while I was in labor so everything was out of place). My parents are do-ers. Big time. But as soon as I walked in the door, the questions started. “Where do you want this? What do you want to do with that? How are you going to display these?”  I really appreciate everything they did for us and everything they continue to do, but that day, all I wanted was to snuggle my baby boy and lie down on my couch with my husband. 

The next evening, we had about 10 or 12 people in our house. Eddie had gone back to work that morning. With 12 people in my house, and everyone wanting to hold the baby, I was completely frazzled. Then my milk came in. More on that another time, but if you’ve had a baby, you know what this feels like and you know it is not fun. 

Anyway, I managed to truck through it. The following week was a blur, with constant visitors and people with the best of possible intentions wanting to help. Eventually I was honest with my mom and let her know that everything didn’t need to be perfect and that what I really needed was rest. That made a huge difference and I truly wish I would have said something sooner. Everyone was excited to help, and I know that deep within my heart they were doing what they thought I wanted done. But at the end of the day, you need to be honest and direct and just tell people exactly what you need. My needs always have been, and always will be, very different from my mom’s, my dad’s, and even my husband’s. So when I gave them an expectation, it made it a lot easier for them than just letting them try to read my mind (which we know never goes over well). 

I also stopped feeling bad when people were over and would just excuse myself whenever I needed to feed him or just have a minute to breathe. 

However, a few times, I would leave to nurse Caleb, and people would follow. I started to shut the door, and people would knock and come in anyway. I was struggling with nursing and I was overwhelmed and felt awkward. I wanted to be able to sit there and look at my baby or close my eyes without having to worry that someone was looking at my nipple (I eventually got over that). The anxiety would make me tense up and to this day, I don’t understand how people didn’t sense my discomfort. I finally told Eddie, “When I leave to nurse Caleb, if anyone gets up to follow me, you need to be the bad guy. I’m overwhelmed here and I can’t get comfortable if someone is in the room with me.” So he started doing that and it helped. So much. 

But the following week it happened again. And the next day I lost it. A few small things had happened during the birth that I wasn’t really happy with, and it honestly hadn’t been what I had imagined it to be in my head. Two weeks later it all hit me like a ton of bricks and I fell apart. I spent a straight 2 hours crying, and being weepy the entire rest of the day. I would cry for any little thing.  When Eddie called me, I said “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I talked to a friend and she assured me that what I was feeling was very normal. 

Looking back, I think any sane person would have broken down. I was at the most vulnerable point in my life, and I had zero privacy, my every move was being questioned, and I was tired. But once I broke down, and I shared my frustrations with a couple of people, things started to improve. And from then on, I became a lot more sure of myself when it came to Caleb.

So I needed that – I needed to let go of all the emotion that I had bottled up inside. I needed a good cry. And I should never have been surprised by that, because I am the kind of person who, every once in a while, needs a good cry. 

It’s hard to be honest with those around you. But you know what? It’s even harder to try and be tough and keep everything bottled up inside. So if you’re there, if you’re at the point of breaking down? Let it out momma. I promise, you’ll be all the better for it.  

xo, 

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