Yesterday, I found myself thinking about one of the early challenges we faced — feeding.
It was one of those moments when something that seemed simple became unexpectedly difficult.
Our daughter was struggling, and we could feel it. My wife was becoming impatient, and slowly, I realized I was beginning to lose my calmness as well. To be honest, I was also feeling increasingly agitated.
Those were not easy moments. Not because we didn’t care, but because we cared deeply and weren’t sure if we were doing things the right way.
I can still remember those days clearly.
When we spoke to the midwives in Scotland, they listened to us patiently. There was no judgment, no sense of us being incapable. Instead, there was empathy.
They reassured us that what we were experiencing was completely normal, especially in the first few weeks.
That reassurance changed everything.
It was not just guidance — it was confidence. My wife no longer felt guilt, and slowly, we began to trust the process.
The situation didn’t change overnight, but the way we looked at it did. The days began to feel lighter, and we found ourselves a little calmer with each passing day.
Looking back, I realize that sometimes what we need most is not instruction, but reassurance — someone to tell us that we are not alone in what we are going through.
Maybe parenting is not only about learning what to do, but also about learning to stay patient when things don’t go as expected.