Maybe this is just something that I've noticed.
Anyone who spends two minutes or less with Clark seems to always say the same thing - "What a good baby! You are so lucky!" they always exclaim. Or if they see him smile, or sleeping. Then they go on for what seems like hours about lucky we are and how we need to cherish these sleep-deprived moments. I'm pretty sure I contemplate murder multiple times a week because of people saying that. I know we're lucky, don't get me wrong, I love my baby more than anything. It just feels like there is no sympathy-or even like they think you are exaggerating your plight. ("45 minutes sleep for the whole night? Come on, what did you actually get?"-that was 2 weeks after my son was born. Was the collection of bags under my eyed and the screaming baby in my arms not convincing enough?)
And then there are those other people. The ones who see your baby crying, or worse, screeching and then they stare at you in horror and say, "What a BAD baby! I feel do terrible for you! How are you dealing?"
Um, excuse me, but you are basically calling this tiny human that I carried for 9 months, created out of NOTHING and am currently doing the very best to raise even though I feel(and look) like a zombie, a demon! How is that not insulting? It's ok for us to say that after 6 days of no sleep, but they've only spent 2 minutes with him!
Where are the in-between people? I often wonder if the only reasonable people are hiding at home with their own young kids. My best advice to everyone else, and this is coming from three whole months of experience, listen and nod sympathetically when a new mom complains, and the rest of the time you tell them their baby is the cutest on earth. Trust me, this is the only way to stay off a new mom's hit list-it's only been 3 months and mine is 50 people long... :)
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