This feels like a bit of a goady post.
Unlike when you babysit, your own baby needs you 24/7. It wakes you up multiple times in the night. It cries a lot. The day they’ve born you’ve been through at least a seriously painful and exhausting few hours, at worst days or weeks of anxiety, pain, one or more surgeries. You’re more hormonal than you have ever been, in pain, bleeding, and can’t sleep for more than two hours max before you’ve got to drag yourself up again.
As they get older they need more. More attention, interaction. Always need to keep an eye on what they’re doing, keep them safe, correct any behaviour you don’t want, firm but not too firm, guide them but let them work it out themselves. Get them fed 3 balanced meals even if they refuse most food. Teach them to sleep, change their nappy while they flip over and try to steal shitty wipes. Essentially keep them first in your mind, always.
No cinema trips, they can’t go there. No nice restaurants or nightclubs, even if you have helpful family parenting hungover is a nightmare. Every trip out takes so much organisation and planning. And you still need to work, tidy, cook, get the car serviced. Nothing is easier, everything is more complex.
It’s really hard. Practically, emotionally. Kids are wonderful but being a parent is hard. It’s naive to suggest it may not be.