Dear first-time mothers-to-be,
Please take a deep breath, because I have some bad news. I’m
truly sorry to do this—as a doula, it’s practically my job description to be
positive and encouraging, and I love that role. It comes easily to me.
But sometimes a reality check is in order, and the reality
is not always pretty. I feel compelled to give you a heads up, and hopefully
buffer you just a tiny bit from the shock I’ve witnessed so many new mothers go
through as they discover what it really means to be a parent.
Now you might brush all this off, thinking it won’t apply to
you, or simply not believing me, and that’s okay. I probably would have done
the same. But some day, you might find yourself awake at 2 am, with vomit in
your hair and tears in your eyes, and you might remember this. Hopefully then you
won’t feel so alone.
See, there’s a secret no one talks about.
Do you want to know what it is? Are you sure?
Here goes:
For as difficult as labor
and childbirth are, they are not nearly as challenging as the day-to-day responsibilities
of being a parent. Not even by a long shot.
In fact, labor and parenting are really just versions of one
another.
Think about that for a minute.
After birth, labor
never actually stops. Just changes.
As with labor, being a parent means fluctuating between
moments of the most extreme intensity and blissful relief. As with labor, there
are things, so many things, you can’t control. Things you can’t predict. Things
you can’t plan for. As soon as you start to get the hang of it, it changes…
As with labor, parenting is probably not what you expect it will be.
As with labor, being a parent can be beautiful, and funny,
and gross, and exhausting. Sometimes it hurts.
As with labor, there are moments you may think
I can’t do this
anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore. I changed my mind!
Or perhaps
How long can this
possibly this go on?
Or even
Why did I do this? I’m
not cut out for this. What’s WRONG with me?
Maybe you will compare yourself to other women you know. Or
women you think you know because you follow their Pinterest page. And maybe they
seem like they’ve got it all together. Guess
what? They don’t!
(And if they do, then good for them! Because enough with the
mommy wars. We are all in this together. FUCK THE PATRIARCHY AND CAPITALISM
that feed isolation and competition between women, and create unattainable
expectations of motherhood).
I digress.
The point is, motherhood is an extension of laboring.
But we don’t treat it like that, do we? If you are like many
women I know, your preparation for motherhood mostly involved the acquiring of things. Building a crib, finding the
perfect matching curtains, folding the adorable clothes. That is fine and good,
but it doesn’t prepare you for parenting, not even a little bit. You can’t buy
your way to sanity and tranquility. You can’t decorate yourself out of exhaustion
and frustration.
If this is disheartening to read, I apologize. But be of
good cheer, it’s not all bad. As with labor, there are things you can do now to help prepare yourself for parenting:
You can gather your support team. You will need them. We’re
not meant to do this alone.
You can talk to other moms to hear their stories. Real moms,
who are not afraid to show you the massive pile of laundry stashed in the
corner, the granola bar encrusted into the back seat. Who will confess that their
Facebook pictures are not telling the whole story. Who will admit that although
the immeasurable depths of love they
feel for their children make it all worth it, there are still hard times. Maybe
even lots of hard times.
You can work on your relationship with your partner, finding
ways to build each other up, asking “what do you need?” and explaining “this is
what I need.”
You can give yourself permission to meet your
own needs without guilt.
There’s more. The very same techniques you use to get
through labor and birth will serve you very well when the parenting poo hits
the fan, as it will. Practice them. For instance:
Take lots of deep, cleansing breaths. This will take you
further than you can imagine.
Trust in the process. In yourself. In your child. I know
that can be hard, dear mothers. It’s okay to fake it ‘til you make it.
Use a mantra. I can do
this. I can do this. I can do this. I AM doing this.
From time to time, look into your loved ones’ eyes, and pause
to simply be in awe and wonderment at the whole thing.
And you know what? Just like labor, you WILL get through it.
You really will. One day at a time; one breath at a time; one leaky diaper,
skinned knee, forgotten homework assignment at a time.
And then, as with labor, you might eventually look back through
a filter of love as the memories blur and the pain recedes. You might even find
that you miss it and would do it all over again given the chance.
But please do me a favor. Some day, so very many years from now,
when the tables have turned and you are becoming a grandparent, dig deep. Rose-colored
nostalgia might tint your view of birth and parenting by then (as rose-colored
expectation may tint it now), but please don’t gloss over the realities to your
future son or daughter.
Instead, be honest. And then ask, “How can I help?” Because as
you are about to discover, new parents need all the help they can get.
Now go get yourself a massage.
Sincerely,
Your Friendly Neighborhood Doula, keeping it real