Raising a kid and going to WDW. A lot.

So Much for the Afterglow...

Home for just a few hours, a thought was continuously running through my head…

“I’ve been lied to my whole life.  By everyone and everything.  My family, my friends, television shows and movies.  It’s all lies.”

I don’t (really) hold it against them;  I’m convinced that if everybody knew the reality of life with a newborn, the continued existence and procreation of the human race would be in jeopardy.  

So here’s a disclaimer for you: if you are thinking you want to have a kid and aren’t pregnant yet, you might not want to keep reading.  If you are pregnant already, read at your own risk.  But don’t worry. You will tell yourself the lie every woman tells herself in order to approach childbirth with anything better than total panic: 

My child will be different. 

Now before you go writing me off as some horrible cynic parent, please note that (just like everybody will tell you) you will never love anything more than that warm, squirming nugget the moment it first looks up at you.  It is magical, overwhelming, and absolutely everything you were promised it would be.  I had a rather rough delivery (almost 24 hours of induction to start labor, another 12 hours of active labor, and almost 2 hours of pushing with an epidural that was, at best, spotty), and even through the exhaustion (about 10 hours of total sleep in 4 days) and the pain, the glow of those first minutes with my child and my husband were something I will cling to and cherish always. 

the afterglow

the afterglow

With all that said, the transition to caring for a newborn full time is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do.  I’m not one of those people who believes ignorance is bliss; I want to know the worst-case scenario and prepare myself for it.  I researched (I thought) exhaustively, read so many books, and was ready to totally PWN baby care.  

Yeeeeeah… not so much.

So I’m writing a kickstarting MinkFlamingos to chronicle the things I wish I had known and prepared for better.  A lot of mothers “forget” the struggles of the first weeks in the wake of the adorable baby that eventually emerges (I do not wish to, and have not forgotten).  These will be the true tales (and, hopefully, helpful tips) of how I survived my first months, the brutally honest voice for which I didn’t know I needed to look.

Thor... it still sucks