Dear Mama: First in my squad to have a baby

This next installment of our Dear Mama series is a touchy one. What happens when you are the first in your squad to have a baby? How do your friendships change? Read on to find out how it went down for me.

Dear Mama,

For most first time mothers, in the beginning, motherhood can be overwhelming.

It’s this crash course into a whole new world-one you can never be prepared to enter.

I am shocked they don’t give you a “how to” guide on parenthood when you leave the hospital. The day we brought my oldest home from the hospital, my husband and I looked at each other as she sat in her car seat all buckled up and tiny, and said, “what now?” Neither one of us really had any experience with babies and knew we would, for the most part, be winging it. Of course we read all the new parent books and guides from the hospital but I swear, it all went out the window on day one.

As my hubby and I soon came to realize, every child is distinctly different. But even figuring that out took time! A lot of time! We had no time for anything else!

When I was pregnant, mothers would tell me they didn’t have time to take a shower or put on makeup or browse their favorite blogs, and I would think “why not?” But now, I completely understand. Motherhood is an extremely busy job. Before I had kids, I simply did not get it. I had no idea the amount of energy and effort it takes to be a mom, spouse and have a career.

One major aspect of my life to suffer were my friendships.

I was one of the first of my friends to have children, which was kind of brutal at first. I didn’t have many close peers to bounce ideas off of or ask questions or simply cry on an understanding shoulder. As a new mom, I found it very difficult to manage my previously healthy, happy friendships. There was barely any time for myself. My best friends live out of town so no one could just pop in and say hello or help around the house which also meant that they could not see the reality of motherhood firsthand.

They loved me but didn’t truly understand the struggle of those first several months adjusting to this new life.


I was used to talking to my bestie at all hours of the day or night. All of a sudden, I wanted to sleep any free chance I could get. We would gossip about random things and engage in silly pop culture debates. Now, I wanted to talk about why my baby had acne and would it ever go away. We used to send pics of what to wear to events and get “approval” from each other. Now, I wanted to find diapers that didn’t leak when my baby had a blow out. She wanted my advice on all of her business decisions and I could barely keep a clean shirt on.

Clearly our priorities had changed and therefore our relationship changed.

At first, it was hard to even make the time to call friends. While a fellow mother would completely understand, my single friends could not. They didn’t understand why I didn’t want to chit chat or why I was too tired to even think about anyone else, especially them. They were offended and felt like I was abandoning them. For me, I simply felt this new little life needed me more.

What I realized was I was very focused on being a great mommy, which is exactly what I needed to be at the time. I was breastfeeding on demand around the clock which was very time and energy consuming for me. I definitely had mommy brain where I would forget things often and found it hard to hold long conversations.

In so many ways, my focus had shifted.


SHOWHIDE Comments (0)

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


come to those that subscribe


Be the first to hear about updates, sneak peeks, giveaways and more straight to your inbox.