No one tells you how painfully exhausting the nights will be during sleep regressions.
Nobody tells you how often you end up crying along with your baby at night.
No one tells you how hopeless and powerless you feel when your child is ill and has to go to hospital.
No one tells you how desperate you'll feel when you're the only voice your child has and the doctors won't listen.
No one tells you how much it will hurt when your child refuses to eat the food you've spent hours preparing.
Nobody explains the sinking feeling you get when you hear them cry out again and you just want to lie down after 6 months of sleep deprivation.
No body tells you what a failure you'll feel if you can't breastfeed.
No one tells you how often you snap and shout at your husband even if he's done nothing wrong.
No one tells you about the days where you feel totally isolated, as if you're doing it all alone.
Don't get me wrong, my son is my world and I love him more than words can describe. There are so many positives to being a parent: getting to have cuddles in the middle of the night just you two, seeing their faces light up when you look into their cot in the morning or having your baby cling onto you as they fall asleep in your arms are amazing things which make all of the above seem irrelevant.
But sometimes you just need to be able to say that being a mum is hard. No justifications or buts followed by the positives of parenthood. Sometimes you just need to be able to say that being a mummy is really hard and soul destroying. Because sometimes it is. And thats OK - it does not make you a bad parent. Just an honest one.
