I haven't been able to read all the posts, sorry, but there are 11 pages. But the "she is lying" thing irritates me slightly.
I found babies easy, really. Easy compared to what? Well, easy compared to getting up at the bum crack of dawn, getting on a train and working in the city, sometimes up to 20 hours on the trot, then getting home again and turning round and going back, plus being expected to entertain clients, this that and the other all whilst being pregnant etc (or even just before)
Maternity leave was a bludge, for sure, except that by then pregnancy ailments had set in a bit (I had more than average complications) so when the baby was born, apart from the first week or so after when you are doing hospital stay plus midwife appointments at home but then the husband is around but then also you have guests etc, suddenly everyything was back to normal (so to speak!), and it was just me and the baby. He slept. I slept. I was comfortable. I wasn't pregnant anymore! The weight fell off me. The fluid retention melted away. We cuddled in bed, and pottered around. He slept. He fed. But he slept.
And that went on for ages - I learned when he slept and when he didn't. There was no colic. No crying. He was happily awake and chortling, he was feeding, or he was asleep! What's not to like?
I'd never had so much time on my hands, or enjoyed my house and my lifestile so much. Smug as it sounds, he was just an easy happy baby, content, and a good sleeper. He slept through from 7pm - 7am at about 14 weeks.
So I went on to have a 2nd fairly quickly.
My daughter ended up being pretty easy too. Actually probably easier, because she wasn't as "hard" when she got mobile, she was a bit less, um, inquisitive. And she'd just snooze on her mat when she was a newborn or watch DS play.
Okay so we have little stresses here and there, DD had some chest infections early on and was a grouchy patient and has had some eyesight problems which seem to be righting themselves nicely, and they are boisterous, but its all good.
No lying - just not "hard". The hard bit for me has definitely been all about just losing some "freedom" and having to plan out where I do this or when I do that etc etc around child free days or husband home or whatever. The lack of freedom. But no juggling crying babies or pacing the floor at 3am or driving round at 10pm trying to get them off to sleep. No smuggery, just "whew, that was lucky!"
I believe, somewhere deep down, that mother nature gave me easy ones because I'm a bit lazy and a bit shit and she knew Social Services would have to get involved if she didn't 