I was pretty dern prepared for motherhood. Of course, nothing can prepare you for being completely responsible for all aspect of another human being's life 24 hours a day. But I had a lot going for me. I have a minor in child development and have worked in preschools, church nurseries, and day cares. I've done hundreds of hours of clinicals with children of all ages. I've babysat and nannies for countless families, some with as many as six or eight children. At the time of my pregnancy with Hannah, I had tons of friends with babies so seeing things like babywearing, breastfeeding, and diaper changes was part of my every day life.
And when Hannah was born I actually felt
prepared. Sure, there were times that were overwhelming. But I took everything in stride and-for the most part-really felt like I knew what I was doing.
Fast forward to today. Her second day of "school" at her once-a-week mother's morning out co-op. Last week she cried for the first hour. This week I snuck out of the room before she could see me and then waited at the door to listen for any crying. None. So I left.
An
hour later I got a call from her teacher saying she had been crying the entire time. Her teacher was wonderful. She wasn't complaining, just trying to get ideas from me as to what might calm her down. While we talked Hannah actually stopped crying and found some baby dolls to play with. Her teacher said she would call back if things escalated again. I went to pick her up a half-hour early and stayed in my car and watched her on the playground. (that's not crazy right? tell me I'm not crazy.)
What I saw broke my heart. Ripped it in shreds. I don't know that I will ever, ever forget it.
My girl. Sad little face. On the playground. Standing at the fence looking out all by herself. When she started to cry her teacher picked her up and tried to distract her. But for the most part she was just...sad. She didn't try to play with any of the other kids. She didn't go down the slide and play in the dirt. She just stood and watched and waited for me.
My heart was completely unprepared for this. I had no idea it could hurt this much to see my little girl be unhappy. This hurt worse than the years of suffering through shitty friends in high school. Or finding out that my boyfriend cheated on me. Or getting dumped. Worse than every single time I was dumped
combined. To see
her suffer, I just can't handle it.
Obviously I know her life will involve suffering. And I know it's stupid to believe I can protect her from it. But dammit I'm going to try. If not for her sake, for mine! How will I ever be able to handle having my heart ripped out on a regular basis as she grows up and deals with the hard knocks life throws at her?
I've been sick to my stomach all day. I can't get her sad little face out of my head.
I told Ted a few nights ago that the mental and emotional energy I spend each day just
thinking about Hannah is exhausting. Not even considering that actual physical work involved. Just thinking about what's best for her, trying my best to show her love-it takes up so much space in my brain. He suggested maybe I was going overboard. That I needed to try not to think about it all too much. But that's simply impossible. I know I'm not crazy or overbearing or extreme. I'm fairly certain that I'm just a regular mom who loves her kid and doesn't want to see her get hurt. And although that last sentence doesn't sound very difficult, this is the most difficult emotion I have ever experienced.
And although I'm confident in my knowledge of child development, have a handle on everything from cloth diapers to healthy meals to medical records, and even kind of know what I'm doing when it comes to discipline (I said
kind of!) my heart is completely unprepared for the sorrow that motherhood will inevitably bring.
Even with all of my experience, I had no idea what I was signing up for.