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ئەشڕەف محمد عباس ئاغا :

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2025-02-12 00:15:25

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سەگە شازەكانی سێبیران :

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I believe your baby’s first birthday is a time to reflect and congratulate ourselves as parents. Congratulations, we’ve made it: 365 days, often in the trenches. The first days after bringing you home were strange. Life was the same yet incredibly different. I would hold you, stare at you, and love you. Family and friends were supportive, always checking in. We got this. Months went on, life got busier. Friends stopped checking in, and isolation struck. After the newborn phase, people assume you know what you’re doing and no longer need help, which is sadly untrue. We found a groove in this weird dance of parenthood, learning to multitask to a level of exhaustion that would drive any sane person crazy. Mum brain is intense: completely scrambled, can’t think straight, forgets most things but remembers every important detail when it comes to others. People stop offering help. Friends and family are nowhere to be seen, frustrated when you can’t make coffee or just “bring the baby with you.” Friends give up on you, tired of the “excuses.” Unsolicited advice continues: “He’s hungry,” “He needs milk,” “He can’t eat that,” “I would know; I’ve had 2, 3, 4 kids!” The urge not to KO any and everyone is intense. Existential crises hits. What is the purpose of life? Why hasn’t my baby fixed all my problems? Why am I still questioning my existence? No answers. An incredible loss of identity. Different hair colors and many home salon haircuts (aka “Britney moments”). Cleaning all day, every day. It’s still so messy. Home-cooked meals thrown on the floor before the first bite. Almost divorced—multiple times. Still standing, somehow. (If you’re a parent in your child’s first year, you get it.) 365 days of contact naps and co-sleeping. Not once have you left my arms during sleep. Every bottle and formula refused, as well as pacifiers. Only comfort is the nipple. Nipple thrush. It is constant. 9/10 showers, you are in there with me. As you’ve grown heavier, your desire to be held has grown too. My back hurts—slipped disc style pain. I’m so touched out most of the time. Your other Mum bears the burden of that 99% of the time with a patient smile, despite her different experience of motherhood as the providing parent. Our experiences as parents to the same child are worlds apart. Mum guilt is the devil. Constant thoughts tell you you’re not good enough. Do better, be better. It doesn’t stop and has no mercy. Days are long and hard. I didn’t know it was possible to feel every emotion within 24 hours, every single day. This isn’t postpartum depression or me hating parenthood. This is the reality of the first year of parenthood. It is intense, hard, and fast. These honest realities deserve to be talked about and normalised because it is a huge milestone for all of us. Congratulations to all of us for making it through, for coming this far, and for continuing to better ourselves every day. Despite all of it, we—as parents—take a breath as we get Lego thrown at our face, our nipple bitten (with teeth), or a meltdown in the supermarket, and smile through it for them. We do it all for them because they are everything. The magical moments make it all worthwhile. I wouldn’t change a thing. Both the good and the bad coexist and deserve respect and recognition. The good times wouldn’t be here without the hard times. I now walk alongside a mini best friend that my body grew. A mini best friend that I get to grow up with, who tests me every day, challenges me, and confronts me to be a better version of myself. All while watching him grow and him unknowingly watching me grow too. I love you, and I promise to always protect you. Here’s to you, our Son. #firstbirthday #mumtok #baby #babiesfirstbirtbday #one #toddler #toddlersoftiktok #boymum #ourlove #firstyear #birthday #cosleep #happybirthday #fyp #fypシ゚viral

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