When I first went to the doctor when I was pregnant, I was told my due date was February 28. The midwife changed it to February 27 because of an ultrasound, but I just kept telling everyone the 28th because I agreed with it more and I thought it was dumb that they changed it for one day. Then I went into labour 5 weeks early and being 35+1 seemed better than 35, so now I say my due date was February 27!
It's hard to believe that at this point I was just supposed to be thinking get this baby out of me. Or maybe I should of had a very new baby, not a 5 week old. I assumed I would go late, everyone in my family goes late. I had predicted a March baby, not a January baby! But here we are, 5 weeks later, with a cute little gaffer who still needs to be woken every 3 hours to be fed. I'm over that....
I thought maternity leave would be a vacation. I mean I knew that being a parent would be hard, but I didn't realize just how full my days would be and yet how I would get nothing done. I feed him, that is my life. But that's what's important right now. And hopefully with time, he will not have to be fed every 3 hours, I won't have to pump right after, and we can go out in public and actually feel like a human being again.
So I'm sorry for not previously understanding what maternity leave really was, and for thinking that it was all fun and games and hanging out with your baby and watching TV (ok it is that), and having time to clean your house (it isn't that, but I really need to start doing that). But it is rewarding. Because this little man has gained like a pound in a week and that's because of my hard work.