IMPROVE YOUR LIFE, HAVE A CHILD, MAYBE EVEN TWO

“We are changing our lives for children who don’t care”

As you may know from my previous posts, they are all laced with sarcasm and reflect the reality of the events. I don’t make things up; I write based on my own experiences, I don’t slander anyone, and I don’t use aggressive comments. All the stories described are intended to evoke positive emotions in you, and above all, laughter.
Therefore, the following post is true, but written with a great sense of humor. It was created after I heard the words from loved ones: “You wanted to have a child, so don’t complain.”

How has my life improved since having children?

Year after year, I become more convinced that my life wouldn’t be interesting or exciting without children. I’ve forgotten what it means to “set an alarm clock” – with children, it goes off even on weekends. With children, you put them to bed at 7:30 PM, and you wake up on the floor, aching, at 3 AM.

And those emotions!

How emotionally weak we are when it comes to our children?!

A typical example: “You’re not going anywhere, no holidays, because of your behavior,” and yet in the photos from every year, we see smiling children swimming in the sea on holiday with us.

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Do you want to explore the impact of insufficient sleep? Have a baby!

When your newborn wakes up every day at 5 a.m. and every half hour during the night, and daytime naps only last 20 minutes, you shouldn’t be surprised if you open the door to the Amazon delivery driver with your breast exposed. https://littlepuzzlesandme.com/new-sleeping-routine-by-patrick/

I experienced for the first time how lack of sleep, exhaustion, and stress affect my mental state when I was in the hospital. Unfortunately, my delivery was neither short nor problem-free. After the birth, the doctors had to stabilize my condition with a blood transfusion. After three sleepless nights, I had the feeling that the people in the pictures were moving, my water cup was shifting, etc. I couldn’t remember half of what the doctors were saying. When I asked my husband, “When can we leave?”, he replied that the doctors had already told me that many times. In my head, there was no point of reference for any conversations with the doctors. The same with my husband; I had a sensible discussion with him, but when he left, my mind was completely blank.

This period of sleeplessness in my situation seemed to stretch on indefinitely. Patrick didn’t sleep through the night until he was three years old, and then my daughter was born. And somehow, all mothers manage with this lack of sleep. It was an unpleasant experience, not knowing what day, month, or year it was, and having to function solely in the rhythm of the child’s life. But everything passes, and ultimately everything works out well. The only thing I can say is that I have never experienced so many hours of sleep deprivation as with children. And I have only two children.

Want to experience firsthand how lack of sleep affects your physical abilities? Have a child!

I apologize for writing about this, but unfortunately, this also happens to us – MOMS. Since giving birth, I’ve had problems not only with concentration but also with motor coordination, which I used to have. Everything falls out of my hands, I bump into walls, trip over chairs, and snag myself on doorknobs. The only thing I still have quick reflexes for is my child. For half the day, I can be incredibly clumsy, spilling coffee, missing the cup with a slice of lemon, but when my child is learning to stand or falls off a chair, my body reacts with lightning speed.

During the first few years of my children’s lives, I had more bruises and injuries than they did. Most often, the injuries occurred when I jumped up from the couch to catch a falling child. Usually, I would hit my ankle on the edge of the table or step on Lego bricks.

When my child put some unidentified object in their mouth at the playground, I jumped up from the bench, and guess what I hit? A metal bar, right in the shin. Not only did it stop me dead in my tracks, but the pain was indescribable and lasted for several weeks. Meanwhile, my child had already forgotten about the dirt they had dug up from the sand. She was staring wide-eyed at what their mother had done with the metal bar, which had made such a loud noise.

Want to experience the greatest possible feeling of embarrassment? Become a parent!

Have a child if you want to hear the most honest facts about yourself, your loved ones, and the people around you.

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When my daughter becomes interested in someone, whether positively or negatively, she reacts immediately. She comes up to me and shouts:

Mom, why doesn’t that man have hair on his head?”

“Mom, that woman is missing a tooth.”

And then they’ll add something like:

“Mom, do you have another baby in your tummy? Because you have such a wobbly, big belly.”

I think I’ve explained to them at least a hundred times that it’s not nice to comment on someone’s appearance or behavior, especially when the person in question can hear it and is waiting to see how I, as a parent, will react.

And when I initially tried to solve the problem by saying, ‘We’ll explain it at home, okay?‘
That only irritated my child more, and he stated even louder: “Mom, but why doesn’t that man have hair? Little children don’t have hair because it doesn’t grow on them, but he’s a big man.”
Later, I quietly replied:

“The man may have already lost his hair, because genetically some people are like that, they lose their hair, other people go gray quickly, etc., etc.”
And then my sweetest, precious boy would say: “Just like you, Mom, you’re getting gray hairs and you color them, right?”

Want to stop visiting your favorite cafes? Have a child!

Spilled coffee, crumbled food, occasional drama, broken dishes – and to top it all off, a child throwing up. Dear parents, you can’t avoid this if you plan on going to public places.

During the first period of motherhood, when I was still breastfeeding, it was nice for me to go to a place where people didn’t look at an exposed breast with disgust, but with admiration in their eyes. In such cafes, I subconsciously felt that I had come to the right place; every parent helped another. When I had to change Dora’s diaper, and Patrick, then a 2.5-year-old toddler, didn’t want to leave the play area, another parent offered to keep an eye on him. The same thing happened when another mother’s order was ready and her name was called; I went to pick it up for her because she was breastfeeding at the time.

They said, “You have a child, you’d better stay home.”

There was a time when, wherever I went with Patrick, it always ended badly for me. He couldn’t sit still in his high chair; he only wanted to sit on my lap.

In restaurants, he would run under the waiters’ feet, which greatly irritated them. He tried to take his food to the children’s play corner and spilled drinks everywhere. He could eat porridge with a spoon, but if I talked to another Moms for even a moment, he would smear the porridge in his hair.

I’ve heard several times from other parents that I probably shouldn’t plan a second pregnancy because if their first child were that active, they wouldn’t be able to cope. My family suggested that I shouldn’t go out for coffee and gossip since Patrick requires so much attention. But I knew I could handle it. Every child is different, and I wasn’t going to confine myself to the four walls of the house.
Now that my children are older, for my own convenience, I still choose parent-friendly cafes that have play areas for children, as well as cleverly designed menus for the little ones.

Did you hear a single word of complaining in this entire post?

Of course not, because I wanted to have children, so I’m not complaining. Expressing my opinion on how our lives have changed since we became parents, and what new challenges we face, is not complaining.

Dear parents, if you would like to share your survival stories, feel free to write them in the comments.