What to REALLY Expect When You’re Expecting

Angry Baby

Let’s go ahead and get the preliminaries out of the way…

I love my kids.

They are the greatest thing I’ve ever done with my life and they bring me joy every day.

Motherhood is a beautiful, wonderful gift… except when it’s not.

I know, some of you are gasping for breath. You can’t believe I’d disparage being a mom or my kids… but you know what, I’m just keeping it real here and I bet, those of you not googling the number for CPS are nodding along while reading, or possibly throwing out a “giiiiiirrrrrl” or a “preach it sister!” And so here it is, the truth… as a mom, nine out of ten days in your life will be awesome. And one day (or at least the culmination of 12 really terrible hours) will be the WORST.

I chose the title for this post because all of the baby books you read and the shows you watch while pregnant tell you what to “expect”. But using the word “expect” implies that you have any clue what you’re getting yourself into. You don’t.

Oh sure, on some level you know that you’ll have tough days and sleepless nights but no one ever sits you down and says, “look, this is a crapshoot at best so gird your loins!” At least not until today… I’m giving it to you here. The worst of what to expect when you’re a new mom.

You’re going to look and smell like a homeless yoga instructor. I say look, because you’ll basically live in any kind of workout clothing you own. On some level, putting it on will make you feel like there’s a chance you’ll squeeze in a work out today. But in reality, it’s really just that the pants are stretchy and can accommodate that weird belly flab that still wont go away 3 months later. I mention smell for several reasons. The first of which, is that a shower has now become a rarified privilege. The second is that even if you do shower the baby WILL puke on you the second you put on clean clothes. At some point you’ll get tired of changing your clothes and will just spend the day smelling like sour milk.

Baby Puke Couture

You’re Going Get to Over Your Modesty, real Fast. I used to be modest. I started to lose that characteristic the first time a labor and delivery nurse went to check my dilation and turned me into a hand puppet. The modesty got shot completely to hell two days later when the orderly in charge of the breakfast delivery walked in on me crying over a failed attempt to breast-feed with both of my ginormous milk-engorged boobs on full display. I was so hungry though I didn’t even care, I would have flashed him far more for that tray of luke warm scrambled eggs. The truth is though, your body is at the disposal of another human, one that doesn’t really care that you’re in the middle of Target. So whip it out lady, there’s no room for prudes up in here!

You’re going to be emotional. Did I say emotional? I meant, emotional wreck! I meant full on, Personalities of Sybil. Between barking at your husband and yelling at your other kids and the good old totally-defeated-cry-your-eyes-out-because-you’re-a-terrible-mother-who-can’t-get-this-baby-to-sleep you’re definitely going to wonder if you’ve lost your mind. And here’s the truth Mama, you have!

You’re Going to Dread the Nighttime. Around 6:45pm you might start to feel like you’re going to be ok. Perhaps your fellow parent is home from work, perhaps you finagled some kind of dinner, perhaps you even managed a load of laundry. But as the sun starts to set, the dread sets in… it’s getting dark. All around you people start to get ready for their evening… maybe they watch TV or read books, and maybe you do those things too. But you know, eventually it’ll be bedtime and you’ll start the hell on earth that is waking up every two hours to feed. For some reason it’s not as bad during the day, but when it’s dark and you know that everyone else gets to sleep while you fight baby to take the binky FOR-THE-LOVE-OF-GOD it messes with your head, and your sense of what’s fair.

You’re Going to Hate Baby Daddy. Not all the time, obviously. But there will be moments, oh sister will there be moments. Even the most helpful dads (and in my generous moments I’m willing to admit that I’m married to one of those) will challenge your self control. For a lot of reasons (lack of mammary glands being one of them) you get the lion’s share of newborn rearing. And that can make you feel like life isn’t fair. Like for instance, when he talks about how he’s tired. Then he’ll sheepishly look at you and say something like, “well, I mean, obviously not as tired as you are sweetie, but man I just couldn’t get into a deep sleep last night” Oh really? YOU couldn’t get a deep sleep?! What was it that kept you up? The ultra soft mattress or the extra fuzzy blankets? Perhaps it was the gentle whisper of the breeze outside the window of the GUEST ROOM??? I didn’t hear the whispering breeze… nope, I was too busy listening to the dulcet tones of our screaming child to catch that one, but golly I’m sorry you missed your rem cycle, maybe you should take a nap.

You’re Body is Going to be Destroyed. Ok, I’ll qualify this and say that it is totally possible to get your body back. I’ve done it twice already (and God willing, I will this time too) but for a while at least, it’s like Chernobyl. First of all, there’s the weight gain. If you’re like me, there’s a lot of it and it’s going to take a while to lose. Then once you lose it, for some reason you’re skin refuses to reunite with the body, as if it’s mad at you and your decision to live off chicken strips for the last 9 months. It’s loose and stretchy and it sways and slaps you when you try and get on the treadmill to run it off. Oh, and your boobs… Lord, what did your boobs ever do to deserve such ill-treatment?! Sigh.

You Can’t Shut it Off. No, not the baby… though God wouldn’t it be amazing if they had on/off switches? What’s that? You’re looking for the the CPS number again? Ok, back to my point. You can’t shut being a MOM off. In the old days you could be all “man, I’m tired, and it’s Saturday, I think I’ll sleep all day” or “man, I’m in the mood to dance, and it’s Saturday, I think I’ll drink too much and make bad decisions”. But now you’re a mom. It doesn’t matter if it’s Saturday, or Christmas or your sister’s wedding, you’ve got to take care of baby first. I’ll give you another example. Last week I attended an event with my very own baby daddy. It was super fancy, black tie, cocktails… I mean, I was sitting at a table next to SJP and Kate Hudson for goodness sakes! I had on my spanx, my hair was blown out, I managed to make it the whole night without falling off my six inch heels. I dare say, to the outside viewer, I was downright fabulous. And then I got home… and I put on my milk-stained tshirt and my sweat pants and I got up three times with the baby during the night to feed him. Fabulous or not, when I come home, as far as he’s concerned, I’m just mommy.

Trying to Be Fab

So here it is new mom, the honest truth, some days this “job” of being a mom is going to suck. But clearly no one would do it, and I certainly wouldn’t have done it three times if all the really crappy parts weren’t outweighed by all the amazing stuff. Just prep yourself in advance so you know, when you have those really bad days, you’re not alone. While you’re crying with your new baby, I’m somewhere in Glendale, covered in baby poop crying right along with you.

10 Responses to “What to REALLY Expect When You’re Expecting”

  1. Amanda

    Yep. Love it. Last night, our family of 5 was driving back from a weekend in the country. Gentry (the newly “middle” child, thanks to our 5 week old) decided it would be a good idea to yell/scream/cry for 58 MINUTES. Understand there was NOTHING wrong. She wasn’t hungry, dirty, cold or hot. She was just fed up being in her car seat. Feel free to call CPS on us, because we seriously discussed leaving her at a gas station in a town called Paint Rock. She eventually feel asleep, like her older brother and younger sister had done long before. We pull into our driveway, carry our sleeping kids in to the house, tucking them in their beds. And while it was SO grating on the nerves to hear your child scream cry for an hour, all is forgotten when you go into her room the next morning and she gives you a big smile and holds her hands up saying ‘mama’, and gives you the biggest hug. Nothing sweeter than being her mama.

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  2. Kelly Chang Rickert

    YES FINALLY! The uneditted truth.

    You KNOW you’re a mother when all of a sudden, your needs are bottom rung. Shower? What’s that? Makeup? Are you joking?! Exercise – that is nonsense. And sleep and sex? Non-existent.

    You KNOW you’re a mother when illness strikes the family and after pulling 2 weeks of all-nighters and all-dayers caring for sick kids and hubby, you get down on your knees and pray, “Dear God, PLEASE GET ME SICK so I CAN FINALLY SLEEP”.

    You KNOW you’re a mother when you’re ECSTATIC that your 10-mo old only woke up 2x last night to eat (instead of 4x). Oh, and when your body starts programming itself to wake up every 2 hours (even when nothing is wrong ,and no one is screaming for you), because for some reason, you cannot sleep longer than this interval. This condition lasts approximately 3 years post your last baby.

    You KNOW you’re a mother when you have a zillion tasks to do on a Monday morning but you would rather comment on someone’s astute post about being a mother for some of or relief that WE ARE ALL IN THE SAME BOAT AND THOUGH WE COMPLAIN ABOUT IT IT IS PROBABLY THE MOST AMAZING THING WE’VE EVER DONE AND WE DON’T REGRET IT EVER.

    GO MAMAS GO!!! WE rock this world.

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  3. Johanna

    Thank you for this! I needed it today! Sitting here on the computer, in my yoga pants and one of my husband’s t-shirts, accomplishing nothing. I’ve got a cold that I got from the kids, just finished off a left over can of chocolate frosting, and caught my nine month old beautiful baby girl eating the cat food today. Ha! Thank you for the laugh…and the truth! Love it!

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  4. Kim Smith

    I cannot even comment on this in depth since I have a 3 week old that is consuming each and every second of my life currently. However, couldn’t agree more with all that you said. Motherhood ain’t for no sissys!!

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  5. Kirsten Hollis

    LOL!! Beautifully written sister!! No one gives you that version as you stand dreamy eyed staring at that positive pregnancy test. Then the baby is here, reality sets in and you do whatever it takes to survive the first four months! I wouldn’t trade any of it though, motherhood is the best gift ever and truly my favorite job. Thanks for always keeping it real Rach!

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  6. Judy Hollis

    So glad I found your blog today. I remember those days! My boys are 27 and 23 now, but I do remember my favorite “big” pants, the first born with colic (no one ever told me to watch out for) and footsteps coming into our room at 3:00AM…(I’m sick!)
    But you know….I wish I had enjoyed the chaos a little more….your house doesn’t have to be perfect, the meals don’t have to be balanced and the laundry can wait to be folded. Hold them, get on the floor and play cars, look at the different leaves falling …just enjoy their world….they grow up so very fast! The babies you hold today will be men in a few short years and when they call and say” I love you too Mom”…you know all of the chaos was worth it! Just keep saying to yourself…this too shall pass! Good luck new Moms!

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