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When Parenthood Feels Lopsided: Navigating the Social Shift as a New Mom (Again)

Is it normal to feel resentful when my partner's life doesn’t seem to skip a beat?


The Reality Check

Ah, motherhood—round two. This time, I figured I knew what I was in for. “I’ve done this before!” I thought, “I’m ready!” Spoiler alert: I was infact not ready. Being a new mom again is like getting tossed back into the rollercoaster after you’ve finally staggered off and regained your footing. Only this time, the ride feels even wilder.


My days are now a blur of endless diaper changes, midnight feeds, and a very real personal relationship with caramel iced coffee. The daily schedule? Survival mode. And while I absolutely adore this tiny human and wouldn’t trade them for anything, I can’t help but notice a glaring difference between my life and my partner’s these days: my “social” life is limited to the pediatrician’s waiting room and the occasional wave to a neighbor, while his? It’s… still there.


The Social Life Split

Let me set the scene. Baby is finally asleep after what feels like an Olympic-level competition of bouncing, shushing, and prayer. I flop on the couch, just about ready to zone out in front of some TV show, when I hear my partner say, “Hey, I’m meeting up with Beast later!” 


Oh. He’s going out. Again.


And I’m there thinking, Wait… people still do that? Leave the house? See other adults?


There’s this strange, unspoken divide that happens when you’re a new mom, especially with more than one kid. You watch your partner go about life largely unchanged, while you’ve morphed into this sleep-deprived, milk-stained version of yourself. It’s not that I don’t want him to have a life outside of parenting—it’s just that his freedom serves as a stark reminder of how drastically mine has shifted, again. 


Is It Really Resentment? Or Just Exhaustion?

So here’s the question I wrestle with on those long, baby-rocking nights: Is it resentment I’m feeling… or am I just so tired that anything outside of baby duties looks like a dream vacation? When you’re in the trenches of newborn life, even a trip to the grocery store alone sounds like an all-inclusive resort experience.


It’s a tricky line to walk, though, isn’t it? Because there’s a little guilt mixed in here too. I love my partner, and I know he’s doing his best. But man, it’s hard not to feel a bit of that green-eyed monster when you’re stuck in mom-mode 24/7, and your partner’s life looks like, well… his life. It’s like the whole “we’re in this together” part of parenting sometimes looks very different depending on whose calendar you’re looking at.


Finding Ways to Reclaim ‘You’ Time

But, after a few (maybe tear-filled) vent sessions with other mom friends, I’ve learned a few tricks to make my sanity a bit more manageable. It turns out that taking even 15-30 minutes just for myself is like pressing “refresh” on my patience. And no, I’m not talking about folding the laundry in “peace.” That doesn’t count as “me” time, folks. YES, I'm side-eyeing myself as I write this!


For me, “you” time could mean a quick walk around the block (without the stroller, thank you very much), an uninterrupted gym session,  blasting a podcast while hiding in the bathroom, or even getting out for a good ol' slice of red velvet cake and coffee. And yes, it took a little negotiation with my partner to carve out these moments the first time around. But you know what? It was worth it to get even a sliver of myself back.


I'd love to Hear Your Stories!

So, that’s my not-so-glamorous reality. Now I want to know: How did you feel after becoming a new mom (or mom of two, three…)? Did you also get hit by the one-sidedness of this social shift? How do you reclaim a bit of “you” time, or have you made your peace with mom-mode for now?


Share your stories, struggles, and laughs in the comments! Whether you’ve found the magic solution to balance or you’re also just hanging on, let’s keep it real and support each other. It’s always a little easier knowing someone else gets it. And if you liked this post, hit subscribe for more slices of real mom life here on The In-Betweens!


Signing out, 

Your Mom-friend from across the internet ✌

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  1. Reading this feels like I am reliving those early postpartum days all over again...yoh. Cant say I have found my rhythm in the chaos or 'me' time but we keep trying.

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