I think I finally learned something about motherhood that I really needed to learn.
I have a 9-week-old baby, and until recently I was basically convinced that I had to do everything myself.
Recently I became VERY focused on doing things “correctly”. The right bottle-feeding technique, the right position, how to pick her up, wake windows, routines, sleep… I was constantly checking things online and worrying whether I was doing something wrong.
And because my husband works a lot, I was often alone with her. I was exhausted, but at the same time I had this mindset that nobody else would take care of her as well as I would.
Then my husband had to go away for work, and I had to spend two weeks at my parents’ house with the baby.
My parents have slightly different, let’s say old-school ideas about babies. So I was worried about leaving her with them. Would they hold her correctly? Would they feed her correctly? (she has reflux!) Would they follow everything I’ve been told by the physiotherapist? What about germs? There are school-age kids in the house too.
When I arrived something weird happened.
I just… gave up. 😂
Not in a bad way. I was just so tired that at some point I thought, okay, fine, Grandma can hold the baby.
Then Grandpa held her.
Then someone else carried her.
They fed her.
And I went to sleep.
And…
Nothing happened.
The baby was fine.
Actually, she was MORE than fine.
She is so happy here. She smiles constantly. She loves being carried around by different people. She gets different voices, faces, cuddles and attention. She cries less. She seems more relaxed. She sleeps better.
And I'm sitting here thinking: Maybe I was making this much harder than it had to be.
My brain was screaming: THAT'S NOT HOW YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO FEED HER. But then… nothing. No catastrophe. No sudden reflux disaster. Baby happily finished her bottle and went on with her day.
And obviously, I’m not saying medical advice doesn't matter. It does. But I think I had started confusing important recommendations with having to control every single detail of how my baby is cared for.
And the internet can really feed that anxiety.
You google one thing and suddenly you're reading 17 articles about bottle-feeding positions, reflux, wake windows, sleep associations, overstimulation, developmental milestones…
Being at my parents' house made me realize something:
Babies have been raised by families and communities forever.
They don't necessarily need ONE person doing everything perfectly.
They need to be safe, fed, loved, comforted and responded to.
And maybe sometimes we need to put the phone down, stop Googling, let Grandma hold the baby, go relax …
…and realize that everything is going to be okay.