Nobody prepares you. Nobody prepares you for the desperate moments of help you find yourself looking…

Nobody prepares you.

Nobody prepares you for the desperate moments of help you find yourself looking for when you can no longer do it alone.

Nobody prepares you for the midnight reflux that attacks your poor baby.

Nobody prepares you for the witching hour that happens every night.

Nobody prepares you for the times that you strap the baby in the car and drive until they fall asleep.

Nobody prepares you for the endless hours of sleep that you missed out on due to breastfeeding.

Nobody prepares you for all the tears that you shed because you can't get your baby to latch without a fight.

Nobody prepares you for the hell that comes when your baby fights their sleep for hours on in.

Nobody prepares you for the night your baby is so hungry that she refuses to eat and screams forever.

Nobody prepares you.

No matter how many times you've changed a diaper or rocked a baby to sleep. No matter how many children you have had or how many you haven't. No matter how easy your sisters kids are or how awful they are, you're never too prepared.

Motherhood is raw and it's real. It's a sacrifice and it's hard. It's beautiful and it's a miracle. It's forever changing you in and out.

Nobody prepares you.

Nobody prepares you for the endless amounts of cuddling from your sweet sweet baby.

Nobody prepares you for the amount of love that you feel.

Nobody prepares you for the moment that motherhood finally clicks whether that be days, months, or years after having your first child.

Nobody prepares you for all the smiles that you'll get in the midst of you feeling like you're failing.

Nobody prepares you for the torture that you experience when nothing calms your baby, but a warm bath snuggled on mommy and nursing in the tub until they fall asleep after screaming for 2 hours straight.

Nobody prepared me.