No one told me about the sleep thing
I remember when the first was born. After I repeatedly asked the doctor if I was dying and being lied to about what a champ I was being, I squeezed a 7 pounder out of my little self. She cried, like she was supposed to. I oohed and ahhed, like I was supposed to. We settled in, as did the sun, and my exhausted body let the nurse change the baby’s shockingly black tarred diaper as she began to explain to me the basics of motherhood. Just wake her up every couple of hours to feed her. Yes. I remember her saying that. My mind stopped as it took in what she was saying. I literally had to intentionally wake myself up at constant intervals throughout the night just to feed this little bundle. And every mother does this? I was simultaneously appalled at the reality and impressed at womanhood throughout the ages. And so it began. The surprises that no one mentioned. Life went from sleeping well to semi consciously waking up at inconsistent intervals throughou
