My partner and I had our second a few weeks ago and I received a number of 100% genuine (and appreciated) “have fun with the kiddo” and “enjoy this time while it lasts” messages and you know what? I fucking hate the newborn phase.
Lack of sleep makes me angry, and the entire newborn phase is a red tinted haze of fury. Here i am in the middle of the GODDAMN night rocking this fucking potato for 45 fucking minutes and it’s just staring at me without blinking having the time of its goddamn life. My fucking feet hurt, I’m getting fat because food is the only thing that brings me the tiniest flicker of happiness, my partner is frankly a raging bitch and I’m sure I am in return, the toddler loses his mind at the drop of a hat, and I’m supposed to enjoy it?
Nothing about this is enjoyable. I hate every fucking second and I can’t wait to sleep train this goddamn barnacle who I CAN’T EVEN HELP CALM BECAUSE I’M NOT THE ONE BREAST FEEDING and I guess that means the only person the baby will relax with is mom. Being helpful and competent are core aspects of my self image, and this mindless sack of shit has robbed me of that.
I’m so fucking tired.
To be clear, this post is serving as catharsis, the baby experiences as little of my frustration as it is humanly possible to express
Yeah i goût that, i think everyvody or most got it too. I m going 'lfor is after venting. Life sucks, just enjoy it. After thé poop phase it will ne endless questions, then homeworks, then messy Rooms, then i hâte you, then can i take thé car, then … And Every phase youll wish for thé next zone to Côme ans miss thé previous. Enjoy now. That diaper ils not juste gross ans smelly, its epic! Thé acrid mustard like substance that crawled up all thé way to thé pijama shoulders ils a tale to retold for ages. You are a god to a méat bundle of needs.