So, the much-anticipated Royal Baby Watch has concluded, and Kate and Will have welcomed a gorgeous baby girl to their family, joining her big brother, Henry. Like many others, I couldn’t help but let out a few gasps of delight at the first glimpse of the little one. She’s precious.
Even more remarkable is Kate, donning heels and a delightful white and yellow dress. Seriously, how does she pull that off? Sure, I understand that she has a full team of hairstylists and makeup artists to help her look fabulous, but come on—the woman just gave birth to an eight-pound, three-ounce baby! And yet, just ten hours later, she looks like she’s just stepped out of a luxurious spa, as if the universe gifted her with a new baby as a thank-you.
Let’s be real here: there isn’t a makeup artist in existence who could make me look remotely decent just ten hours after childbirth. Not even with heavy-duty makeup, layers of shapewear, and probably a few sacrificial offerings to the beauty gods. It’s just not happening.
When I gave birth, I was still trying to figure out the basics like how to pee without shedding tears. And let’s not even get into the poop situation. I was gingerly shuffling across the cold hospital floor, equipped with a maxi pad that felt more like a crib mattress, held in place by those oh-so-attractive mesh panties that every new mom knows too well. Talk about comfort! But hey, at least I wasn’t ruining my own underwear, right?
Sitting down was a strategic operation. I was eternally grateful to the genius who thought to freeze maxi pads for postpartum relief. Seriously, you deserve a medal. The claim that swelling in hands and feet diminishes after birth? Complete fib. I was puffier post-baby than I had been before. I could have borrowed my husband’s sandals to fit my swollen feet. Heels? Not a chance.
People often rave about the new mommy glow, but I felt more like a flushed version of the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man—complete with frizzy hair. One of my kids even asked me why I still looked pregnant, pondering if the doctor had missed a baby. I might forgive that kid after she experiences childbirth herself. Maybe.
Kate, on the other hand, appears ready to grace the cover of a magazine or attend a local event. I can’t even look that good on a planned date night!
Yet, despite her stunning appearance, I can’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Kate. The notion of having a whole squad of people swarm around me right after giving birth, all to ensure that the throngs of cameras outside are impressed? Yikes. No matter how potent the pain relief she has (I suspect it involves a blend of unicorn horn powder and fairy dust), Mother Nature always wants her due.
I can only imagine Kate, standing there—sore, swollen, and wearing a diaper that’s practically a flotation device, with a peri bottle and a stash of comfy mesh panties hidden away in her purse—wishing she could just be at home cozying up with her new baby girl, perhaps with her son snuggled beside her, bonding with his new sister.
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In conclusion, while we admire Kate’s flawless post-baby look, let’s remember the reality of motherhood, which often includes a whole lot of chaos alongside the joy.
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