One of the worst things we say to new mums is: “it gets harder”. There they are, deep in the trenches of new motherhood, wondering what the actual fuck just happened to their life and we tell them it’ll get worse.
That’s not what you say to a woman who’s trying to say goodbye to everything she’s ever known about herself so she can rebuild herself from scratch.
It doesn’t get harder. It gets more complicated; there’s a difference.
Nothing will ever be as hard as dealing with your first newborn. You’ll feel the exhaustion in your hair and in your fingernails. You’ll feel boneless and moronic in the most devastating way.