It is nothing like I imagined. I love my daughter so much it hurts. I love her with all my heart and soul. But parenting is hard. So hard that sometimes I wonder what I was thinking when I wanted so badly to become a parent. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just me, because if everyone feels this way, how are there so many families with multiple children?
Disagreeing with my wife about how to parent is hard.
Trying to function in all aspects of life when you’re sleep deprived is hard.
Feeling stigma and judgment around things like sleep training and breastfeeding is hard.
Being needed so intensely all the time is hard.
The thought of not being needed one day is hard.
Everything is hard. Everything is so worth it, but god, will there ever be a day when I feel I can relax and say “I’ve got this…”?