"Exceptional Care for Families with Newborns"

Please Don’t Judge Me, I’m Trying…

Don't judge me

I’m new at this parenting thing and I’m trying to find my way. So please don’t judge me.

I want to do what’s best for my baby and I’m trying to figure out exactly what that is. So please don’t judge me.

My nipples are cracked and bleeding so I’m giving my baby a bottle of formula. So please don’t judge me.

My hormones are unbalanced and I’m feeling a bit fragile. So please don’t judge me.

I’m second guessing every decision I make right now and I’m trying to find my confidence. So please don’t judge me.

There are expectations on me. Some that others have placed on me and some that I have placed on myself. I’m working hard to meet those expectations. So please don’t judge me.

My baby cries. A lot. It stresses me out. I’m trying to figure out why. So please don’t judge me.

My belly hasn’t gone down and I still look pregnant. My mind is on other things right now. So please don’t judge me.

I’m hardly getting any sleep. I’m really tired. There are dishes piled up in my sink and laundry is overflowing the basket. It’s just not a priority. So please don’t judge me.

I’m not sure I’m cut out for this. It’s so much harder than I expected. I don’t know where to turn. And I’m not sure who to talk to about it. So please don’t judge me.

I’m scared. I feel angry. Rage is growing within me. Your judgment is escalating it. I’m gonna lose my shit. I’m afraid. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want anyone near me. I don’t fit in my skin anymore. I’ve lost myself completely. I see the judgment in your eyes. I feel like shit. Is that what you wanted? Well done. Your judgment makes me feel like a failure. Does that make you feel like a success? Don’t use me to satisfy your ego.

I’m fragile. I need support. I’m delicate. I’m vulnerable. So please don’t judge me.

Authored by: Randy “The Rock n’ Roll Doula” Patterson