They should have warned me

Published: January 21, 2015
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PHOTO: REUTERS They should have warned me that becoming a mommy would absolutely change every single thing. PHOTO: JENNY STUDENROTH GERSON

When I was pregnant, everyone kept “warning” me about what was coming next. I walked around much of those 10 (let’s face it, pregnancy is 10, not nine, months) months absolutely terrified. The warnings flew at me from every angle – in the checkout line at Target, on the street, slipping my shoes on and walking out of the yoga studio. Warnings, warnings everywhere about what was to come – from the excruciating, mind-numbing pain of childbirth to the shell of my former self I was about to become once I had the baby.

There were times I felt like a prisoner on death row, trying to force myself to enjoy some tiny luxury despite my size and discomfort, because if you asked around, apparently, my petty joys would be ending pretty soon!

Photo: Jenny Studenroth Gerson

“Enjoy your husband now, you’ll be so consumed by the baby you won’t spend any time alone together when she’s here!”

“Invest in a cute one-piece for next summer, your body will never be the same.”

Or worse, from one of my female doctors, when I expressed concern about staying sexy for my husband,

“You’ll lose the weight this time, but with the second one forget it. You’ll be so tired by then, you won’t care.”

Yikes!

And my personal favourite,

“Sleep now while you still can!”

Which came with its sister statements,

“Enjoy the quiet now!”

“Get your nails done, you won’t be doing that again anytime soon.”

And the good old,

“You’ll never have time to shower.”

But with all these scary warnings that made me feel like the end of the world was coming, they forgot to warn me about what was really ahead.

They should have warned me that after all those hours of labour – half of which was with an epidural, which made things totally bearable – the first time I saw her face, my heart would burst out of my chest and shatter onto the floor. They should have warned me that crying because you are happy is actually a thing, and it’s a thing you can’t control when you’re a mommy and you behold the beauty in your arms. So you’d better keep tissues on hand at all times, and stock up on the waterproof eyeliner.

Photo: Jenny Studenroth Gerson

They should have warned me that I would love my husband so much more once he was the father of my bundle of perfection that I would not even remember what the old love had felt like. That we would have challenges and arguments, mostly bickers, but that we would also create goofy ways to spend time together like driving around the city with her snoozing in the backseat. That we would come up with ridiculous names for her and laugh our butts off. That he would finally learn to make sure there was wine in the house at all times for me and that that would be the most romantic thing ever. That I would overhear him while he changed her diaper saying,

“I am Dada. Da-da. You’ll say Dada first.”

And that my heart, molten lava, would melt right out of my chest and all over the floor again.

Photo: Jenny Studenroth Gerson

They should have warned me that eating healthy, proper portions of food would create enough of the nourishing milk that my daughter needs to grow. And that I would not even want to diet at first, at all. That hearing at her two-week doctor appointment that she had gained enough weight, all from my body feeding her, would make me feel prouder than anything ever had. That the weight I would now become obsessed with was hers, and it would be all about health. That my body would actually fit back into my jeans in six weeks, but that I would be way too comfy in leggings to bother with actual pants. And that my husband would tell me I am sexy. Like, very often and with conviction.

They should have warned me that despite the exhaustion, waking up to tenderly care for her needs would be the most rewarding thing I have ever done. That when it was just the two of us awake at 4am, I would cherish the soft quietness of the whole world, cat at my feet and baby nursing in my lap and cry because these days are fleeting. They should have warned me that watching her start to grow out of her new born clothes would break my heart. That some days, I would just stare at her for hours and not care about the deadlines I was missing. That her little cries and screams would not anger me but would make me rise to action. That when I calmed and soothed her, I would feel like a rock star. That I would sleep, maybe not every night and maybe not many hours in a row. But that my biggest complain about sleep would be that every time she napped on my chest, I would worry that it would be the last time. That savouring her new born-ness would become a full-time job and the best one I had ever had.

They should have warned me that I would indeed get my nails done, but that I would sit in the pedicure chair texting her father compulsively because I missed them. That I would pick up a discarded Elle and watch a tear fall onto its table of contents. So much for relaxing, these postpartum pedicures!

Photo: Jenny Studenroth Gerson

They should have warned me that becoming a mommy would absolutely change every single thing, but that I would never want to go back and visit the “old” me, not even for a second. They should’ve warned me that my life was about to become so rich and beautiful and fulfilling, that I would look back on what it was before and think,

“Poor me. I didn’t know her yet.”

This post originally appeared here.

Jenny Studenroth Gerson

Jenny Studenroth Gerson

A bridal and lifestyle blogger from New York. She currently lives in Washington, DC along with their infant daughter, Willow Primrose, a dog, and a cat. She blogs at: borntobeabride.com/

The views expressed by the writer and the reader comments do not necessarily reflect the views and policies of The Express Tribune.

  • neutral observer

    Cute baby. Recommend

  • https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8559594100366660134#allposts Supriya Arcot

    Sigh …. Welcome to mommyhood.Recommend

  • HZ

    Such a motivational post for new moms .. love it simply !Recommend

  • mariah farooq

    an awesome reflection of a mother’s feelings,Recommend

  • Parvez

    ……..and since they have not warned you I shall, that now be prepared for a life time of parenting and thrills and heartaches that goes with it.Recommend

  • Rakshinda

    Thank you for pouring some positive thoughts into this chapter. People have so much to preach on all aspects of life yet they forget the simple pleasures lie in just being there and enjoying the moment.Recommend

  • N

    wonderful !Recommend

  • Reality heck

    They obviously didn’t warn her about the danger of smug blogging either. Nothing like another chapter of what new mums should be doing / thinking / feeling on the Internet.Recommend

  • sehrish shahrukh

    goooodd oneRecommend

  • zahra

    ET please censure the pictures as they promote sin. ThanksRecommend

  • Natasha

    This is the best article i have read so far.. you have a really pretty daughter :)Recommend

  • Maximus Decimus Meridius

    Great Blog.Recommend

  • Maha

    This is so cute.Recommend