Birth-wise - I was birth-phobic. I was in hospital for a few days before going into labour and spent hours lying there feeling terrified of what was to come. The take home message - what you're afraid might not even happen, what a waste of your life to fret about it. If it does happen, it might not be as bad as you fear it will be, what a waste of your life to fret about it. If it is as bad as you fear it will be, the fear didn't help and probably made it worse, so what a waste of your life to fret about it. This applies to most of life it turns out. Fretting is a waste of life.
Early days - wise, bit like setting out to sea for the first time, expecting it all to be beautiful sunsets and cocktails on the foredeck, and as soon as you're out the harbor a storm blows up. You lash yourself to the wheel and hold tight waiting for it to blow over. It feels like it never blow over - where are the beautiful sunsets and cocktails on the foredeck everyone told you about? You feel cheated and wish you had never set out to sea in the first place. People tell you that you are doing really well and you think this is bullshit - all you're doing is holding on. One day the storm will die down, you will get some sleep, accept some help, feel like you got stuff right and the baby will laugh. This is your sunset and cocktails moment. You will realize there will be storms and there will be beautiful days and you will get through. When people told you that you were doing well, they were right, all you needed to do was hold on tight and keep going through the storm. No one can ask any more of you.