Having a new baby is the most amazing feeling in the world.
The little bundle of new life and potential laying in your arms.
In the past two weeks, I’ve been more than upset. Not the tears I credit at the birth, or the eye watering on the sofa when I’ve been awake in the middle of the night. No.
A member of the extended family asked me why I was tired?
Like I have no right to yawn?
I have three children five & under. I’m trying to support my wife through breastfeeding, keep my self employed business running (no paternity leave for that!) and maintain a happy home for everyone under the roof. That might be why I’m tired.
This person hadn’t had a child in over ten years, her two offspring are teenagers and looking at who she is married to, she probably didn’t have much help from that direction.
Just because you had something happen to you, doesn’t mean the same thing happens to everyone else.
It’s amazing how a negative experience can outweigh the help and support others give. I was wound up for a good few days about this. Almost feeling guilty that I was exhausted.
Sometimes you’ve just got to realise that people can be idiots and laugh at what they say. Easier said than done though. Especially on lack of sleep!
