Does anyone have tips for dealing with women/friends/sisters/strangers with babies who talkÂ about how hard they have it? One of my favorite bloggers who shall remain “nameless” (Cupcakes and Cashmere) gave birth 3 months ago, and her recent entry on how terrifying it was “to realise her baby needs 1Â bottle of formula before bed”Â â€” which has torn her up to bits â€” made me want to tossÂ my computer out the window. All the commenters lauded her bravery, sympathising with the grief of realising formula-supplementation might be wise.
I know I’m just a cold-heartedÂ biyotch for not giving two hoots â€” andÂ forÂ feeling risingÂ wrathÂ for her. But then the cycle of guilt started up. And I wondered, how do othersÂ in the TTC communityÂ cope withÂ ungrateful idiots with babies?! Why do I call them idiots? Am I as mean and cruel as I sound? What has happened to me?â€¦I asked my husband. It’s all perspective, he said. Her problems are monumental. To her.
WillÂ IÂ become one of those gals who obsesses over the “small stuff” when I join the ranks of privileged new moms? AreÂ there any “small stuffs” when you’re a new mom?
Will I ever have the chance to worry about cloth versus disposables? To buyÂ a Sophie the Giraffe toy for my teething baby to chuck on the road so I can obsessively sanitize it with organic wet wipes from Whole Foods?Â Will it ever be my turn to be a freaked out, bean-counting new mom?
When it is my time â€”Â and I have to believe it will come â€”Â I hope I have the long-term memory and the good grace enough to know when to keep my pie-hole shut, lest there be the ear ofÂ a grief-filledÂ woman grappling with infertility,Â who’d give anythingÂ forÂ a babyÂ to whine about.