“Babies don’t keep” can be a blessing
It’s no secret that Alberta’s first year of life was the hardest by far compared to her siblings. Postpartum anxiety, so many nursing issues, switching to formula during the national formula shortage. But more than any of that, we didn’t bond the same way I had with the others. It felt harder. It wasn’t fun. She was more fussy; I was more fussy.
I am here to tell you at 2.5 years in we are living our best life. I cannot stop squeezing her little body. She has snuggled me out of my “you like your dad more than me” complex. She’s my sidekick and shadow.
The first year was not our peak, but rather a tender valley we crawled our way out of. She’s her own tiny little person, it’s a lot more fun, we are both less fussy.
I wanted to share for anyone else who is struggling in the baby phase. It’s ok to not love it. Sometimes “babies don’t keep” can be a blessing. At some point, it really does get better 💕
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Love this!
In the depths on this right now with my third baby and my first boy. It’s always comforting finding someone who feels similar and even better when someone shows that it does get better. Thank you for this encouragement!
It will get better. You’re doing an amazing job!