The first weeks were so much harder than I imagined. A bit like a train crashing into the middle of our life with chaos and debris left everywhere.
I had imagined the baby sleeping all day, waking for feeds every couple of hours, whipping a boob out and her going back to sleep. I didn’t realise that she just WOULD NOT SLEEP! I spent those first weeks feeling tired, anxious and wondering what on earth I had done. She BF well, but constantly - I had no idea how all consuming this would be. I couldn’t do anything and was pretty much tied to the sofa.
Things got a lot better once we got into a decent routine after moving to formula at 6 weeks, and I learned how to help her settle.
A lot of the time it could still be a bit boring / difficult - she was never a baby who would nap in the car seat whilst I drunk a coffee with a friend - she wanted to be held / roll around on the floor / climb on the table etc.
It all got loads better when she could walk, and even better now she can talk (she’s 2 and 3 months) - this toddler stage is by far the best and easiest bit yet. We can go out for dinner and have a good time, have great conversations and just generally enjoy things together.
I still sometimes yearn for the days when I could do what the hell I liked though. Currently on a UK holiday, pouring with rain yesterday. 3 years ago we would have been cosied up in the pub looking out to sea - we spent yesterday getting soaked at an animal sanctuary! (Still fun though!)
It doesn’t take long at all to leave the house now, and we all get plenty of sleep, so don’t worry, better times are ahead!