Babies are the Worst: Surviving the first month with a newborn


One month down, 11 more to go.

Most people are talking about how they want to slow down time with their newborns. How quickly time flies or how they wish their babies would stay little forever. Not here. Am I an outlier in saying that time could not creep by any slower during this newborn phase??

Give me all the terrible twos. Threenagers? No problem. But babies? Ugh, the absolute worst. Babies are HARD. They take so much energy, emotion, selflessness, time, love, and sleep, that the season of newborns is wildly and unequivocally HARD.

Babies are unpredictable, fickle, helpless, irrational creatures that constantly take and take and take without ever giving back anything in return. They suck your boobs along with your creativity and intelligence. They sleep in 20 minutes cycles and leave you with bags under your eyes so dark that you look like you’ve just been punched in the face. Not to mention, they make you crazy. Literally crazy. Like, one minute you’re all “I’ve never felt this terrible in my entire life, I’m not cut out for this!” And the next minute you’re saying you could bask in their newborn bliss for all of eternity.  They are intoxicating and ridiculously adorable and they make you forget everything they’ve ever done to make you crazy.

I’ve heard of babies who eat, sleep, poop, and, for the most part, remain content. I think they’re called “fairytales,” if I recall correctly. Unicorn babies. Not my babies. My babies cry, eat, sleep in your arms, and poop, in that order. We’ve survived one month with our third and final baby, and I’m counting down the days until this year is over. As terrible as that sounds, I’ve lived through this time twice before, and from the other side, I can say with certainty that I do not and will not miss this newborn phase. I’m one compliment or critique away from a complete and total meltdown at all times. Even now, I’m typing this with one hand because the other is holding a baby. Baby snuggles are amazing and all, but what if 98% of your day was spent doing so? Not so amazing.

And yes, I love my babies deeply. More than I’ve ever loved anything in my entire life. It’s a heavy sort of love that never lightens, but you grow stronger with it. And yes, I never want to forget these times. Every inch of their tiny squishy bodies. How their toes fit perfectly into your palms and their bodies melt into your own. Their old man wrinkles and arched back stretches. Their coos and pterodactyl growls. All of those baby snuggles. The smell of their sweet little heads. How tightly they grasp your one finger with their whole hands.

But all of that said, I do not and will not miss the hours spent pacing the halls, wearing pathways into the carpet and holes in my socks. Not to mention the hours spent bouncing on the exercise ball. The palpable fatigue. Muscle soreness, spit up, dietary modifications, sleepless nights, the lack of complete use of my brain, walking into walls, the hormones, and the tears. So many tears.

Of course, I know that the good stuff never comes easy. And as hard as those little stinkers might be, they are worth it all.

Photo credit: Lauren Wright Photography
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Jaimelyn is a mom of three boys all under the age of four. Originally from the Midwest, Jaimelyn moved to CO in 2009. She and her high school sweet heart decided to plant roots in Colorado to be closer to the mountains and all that they offer. In addition to raising her small army of wild boys, she enjoys teaching yoga and working as a social worker for children and families dealing with anxiety. She enjoys hiking, running and skiing, as well and good food, wine, coffee, music and company. She is a terrible driver and speller, and increasingly forgetful. Prior to children, she once enjoyed traveling, having free time, and sleeping. Between the three boys and two rescue dogs, she stays busy teetering on the edge of insanity and writing about it for other mammas to read! Connect with Jaimelyn on Facebook at Jaimelyn Roets or Instagram @jaimelynmarie


  1. Oh Jaimelyn!!! You are perfectly descriptive of how these tiny humans have the ability to slowly and silently eat your alive! Ha! Your words make me giggle and I (of course) love your photos!! 😘😘


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