@mumtobee22 it gets easier, the challenges change and they are always there but it gets easier. They start having reason, you learn as you go. I didn’t do all the baby groups and soft play (I had a biter) I had pnd and stayed home but took them to nursery and they moved on to school.
Today I have two best friends, these amazing people I go for lunch with, work with and confide in. There’s still things I have to help with, things that worry us, times that are upsetting but over time the sanity returns and the relentless tiredness and god forsaken constant need to be on duty passes.
I’ve noticed that these posts are often from parents with babies around the same age, it’s a bloody hard time, you don’t have to deny that or pretend it’s all roses. It’s bloody hard, really bloody hard. It does pass.
I actually am curious if it’s even harder now, internet was in its infancy when I had my babies, but now it’s all sm posts with perfect happy families, babies in immaculate clothes, perfect homes. That’s not real but I imagine it’s a bloody kick in the gut to new mums just trying to get enough sleep never mind having an insta life.
You miss your freedom at 21, I understand that, I had my first just before I turned 21. As an old bird at 41, I’m now getting the best of both worlds, I’m young enough to have partied in London last night, can go where I want when I want and the kids can look after the dog and house or come and party with me. I promise you can do this, you are stronger and more resilient than you know and one day, when you are as old as me you will be sat at a table, sharing food and wine, and teasing that baby for all the hard work they are.