The comments like:
“I just adore their newborn smell, their soft skin, their chubby cheeks!”
“Awwww, so cute! Look at those tiny hands.”
“I’m feeling clucky now.”
“Just so beautiful, can I have a hold?”
These observations of the newborn in question are shot off in rapid fire at the baby itself, to the parents and really to anyone else who is also in the vicinity as if everyone must be also feeling this exact same way, because how could you not?
Often this is followed by reflections of parents who have been where the current ones are, saying how much they love, adore and miss the newborn stage.
And while I do understand that these little human bundles are of course all beautiful in their own way and have much to be admired; I feel differently. The truth of the matter is, I do not love the newborn stage, in fact I don’t even like it. And no, I am sorry to say there is nothing wrong with me and no, I shouldn’t feel bad about it.
For context, I am a mother, I love my children and always have – from the moment I realised I was pregnant and through every stage that has come after that. But I did not like the newborn stage, I do not miss it, I do not wish to experience it again and I am not the only one who feels this way.
The newborn stage is bloody difficult for many people. It isn’t a walk in the park, it isn’t a time to relax and put your feet up and enjoy, it is EXHAUSTING and it is HARD!