All kidding aside, it takes a village to raise a child. Whether your “village” is a group of your mommy friends, your female relatives, or your Facebook or twitter account, it’s always good to find someone who has been in your shoes or as what I like to refer as “the trenches.” The trenches are those days where no one has brushed their teeth before noon and you’ve needed to pee for the last three hours and didn’t have a chance to finish eating lunch until nap time. Those days.
Find a support network that you can vent with or ask the TMI questions that you wonder if anyone else has experienced. I love my friends who nothing is off limits to ask about and who can celebrate with you when your child has finally ended their poop strike! I distinctly remember our first weekend away as new parents and panicking because our baby who had been regularly pooping, suddenly stopped. I texted a handful of friends and asked them what I should do and whether or not I should take Lucan to the doctor. Oh, the worried first-time mom. The texts I received back were “don’t worry about it quite yet, breastfed babies can go a week without pooping” or “it’s normal for this to happen, he’s fine.” My support group provides the reassurance of the “been there, lived through that” experience.
I am blessed to have several different support networks and mommy friends. But the thing that I think is one of the coolest things I experienced after having Lucan was the bringing of food and meals. Ladies who I didn’t think that were really that close to me, showed up in hordes with food at my doorstep. Those ladies were mommas who knew and understood the extreme blessing of meals in those early, sleepless newborn days. They were there to support and celebrate our family and be the early start of the village that it takes to raise a child.