Why I'm That Ungrateful Mom That Complains About Her Child

I will never sugar coat being a parent.

I post some pretty cute pictures of my son.
 His angelic little smile and chubby cheeks are out of this

 world adorable. 

I write about how being a mommy to my Ollie is the absolute best part of my life. 

He has brought me more happiness than I have ever known.

I truly can't imagine life without him. 

But I also talk about how insanely hard being a parent is. And I'm sure some people think 

I'm awful for ever saying anything negative or complaining at all. 

I am, after all, incredibly lucky to be blessed with my child. 

I keep it real because I have two little brothers.
Two amazing, intelligent, so much going for them, 

fantastic little brothers. And I want them to be very much aware
that having a baby isn't just what you 

see in the adorable baby pictures on social media.
Don't believe everything you see online.

 It shows you an inch deep of a whole ocean. 

It is 4 (sometimes 6) am bed times after screaming and crying for 4 hours straight. 

Blowout after blowout after blowout. Questioning whether you're a good parent.

 Wondering how badly you're messing this up. $35 a box diapers that last 2 weeks (maybe). 

And dropping money on every kind of medication the doctor recommends to help your baby, 

only to take him off of everything and find that he's fine without it. 

It is showering with the door open and having to stop halfway through

 because the baby is crying. Gosh, babies cry so so sooo much...

It is no longer having an identity. I am officially Oliver's mom. 

That is pretty much my sole purpose in life now.

It is everyone else making it look so easy with their cute family photos on Facebook. 

And then you have your own, and you curse them all for not showing you the truth. 

The secret is, it's so far from what you see online. It really, really sucks sometimes.
And you're sure you're going to go crazy about a million times a day. 

You make deals with God

 (Or is that just me...) and plead for  just 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep. 

You cry. A lot. 

It is the hardest thing I have ever, ever done. 

But I was ready. As ready as I could be anyways. 

Ready to give up my body, free time, sanity, and sleep
(okay maybe not the last one) 

But I finished high school, I was a college graduate,
I studied abroad and traveled across Europe. 

Mitchell and I went on cruises and vacations and enjoyed years of friends and being young. 

And I desperately want other young people to have that too. Especially my little brothers. 

I won't apologize for complaining. I won't feel guilty about keeping it real.

I won't let anyone think it's easy, because it's not. 

 And I will never, ever, rush to calm Oliver down when
Austin or Collin are holding him as he screams and cries. 

I sweetly say "Yeah imagine that at 2 am and lasting all night!"