When I first got pregnant, I got the best “advice” ever given to me… it was from my cousin, the mother of three boys and a girl. She actually gave me two pieces of great advice. She told me, first, “Never take anyone’s advice. Listen to your heart and to your doctor.”
There was a whole long story behind this. When she was attempting to nurse her first born, she was encountering some difficulty. Her mother suggested that perhaps her milk was too thin and the baby wasn’t getting enough nourishment. Her mother-in-law, on the other hand, felt that her milk was too rich, and the baby was having trouble digesting it. This is when she learned to listen to the advice she so graciously gave me. She went on to have three more healthy, well-nourished children, who, by the way, are all healthy, well-adjusted, thriving and successful adults!
The second pearl of wisdom, was that when I was at a point of total frustration with the baby, on one of those colicky nights when I couldn't get him to stop crying, or when she was in the middle of a "terrible two" tantrum, it was suggested that I think of the "dumbest person I know who is a mom, and tell myself if she can do it, I can do it."
I am reminded of the time we asked a friend of ours, who was carrying her first child, if she knew the sex of the baby. Her answer we found funny, or maybe placed her in that category of who we might call to mind when we needed a little hope, because she told us that “the baby won’t decided its sex until its four months old.” With slight allowance for a language barrier (although Hispanic, she had been born and raised in the states), it was then my husband and I knew we could face parenthood.
My advice? Listen to my cousin’s advice. Don’t take any advice… Listen to your heart and your doctor!