Being a parent sucks. I don’t have time to do my make up. I don’t have time to brush my hair. I often smell like baby poo and I am often covered in baby dribble. I spend my days chasing Little R around the house and picking up her clothes. She screams at me when I tell her off or won’t let her play with the plugs, or the bleach. I can’t have anything to eat or drink without having to share. My husband and I hate each other 99% of the time (Sorry, darling). My best friend is Ewan the Sheep.
And yet, it is the best thing that I have ever done.
I adore my little girl. Every day she fills me with pride. She surprises me with everything she can do. At eleven months old, she argues with me and tells me ‘no’ when I annoy her. She reads books to the dog. She has started to empty every single cupboard in the house. She is absolutely full of attitude. She spends her time walking around our furniture and singing at the top of her voice.
And yesterday, she gave me a kiss for the first time.
I love being a mum. I have never been more exhausted, more stressed and, ultimately, more in love. I love my husband for being such a good dad, and for helping to bring such an amazing little girl into the world, and I love my baby girl more than anything. My family is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and I am so thankful.
So, having a baby sucks. You’ll be poor. You’ll be tired. And you’ll probably smell. But you’ll be happier, and your heart will be fuller, than it has ever been before.