I well remember the shocking initiation into motherhood that was my 24 hour labor followed by weeks of interrupted nights. That was quite honestly my biggest shock--something that just couldn't be understood beforehand. A reason I would get depressed and downright panicky was because I didn't know if my baby would ever sleep. When she hit two weeks she seemed to sleep worse than when she was born! I didn't know this was normal. Thankfully as weeks turned into months her clock set itself on par with the rest of the world and by the time she was a year old I think we thought we were sane again.
Then, boom. Pregnant again. Not quite expecting it, but looking back, I'm so grateful for that timing. My girls are two of kind who do everything together. Wouldn't change that for anything. But. I had a baby. And I was pregnant. Talk about TIRED. But I pretty much assumed if I got through that I could get through anything. Good thing I didn't know any better :).
Now that I am a mom of four I feel the deep-bone tiredness that I think is deeper than I expected. But since it's gotten better with time before I'm just holding out for the future. One thing I've learned is to never say, "it can't get any worse." It always can. :)
My seven year old had a freak playground accident last week and broke her leg. There was no bruising or swelling so I waited a day to take her to the Dr. I had no idea how serious it was. Her first night clued me in, however, as I was up every few hours as she whimpered in pain or needed carried to the bathroom.
Thankfully we got in the next day and got her cast, wheelchair, and the good pain meds. Just being a mother of four now seems easy compared to being a mother of four when one is wheelchair bound. You live and learn. We all have our own trials and my compassion for those who parent special needs children has increased. I don't know how they do it, but I'm sure they need our continued prayers for their strength.