Having It All Kinda Sucks

By Amy Westervelt

Only women would sign up for this much crap.

Okay first, allow me to check my privilege so you don’t have to: I am a white woman with a college education. I am married. I live in a beautiful little town in the mountains. I have a career I genuinely like. I am one lucky bitch.

And yet. Here’s what “having it all” really looks like, in my experience:

The other day I was walking down the street to get my mail, feeling pretty pleased with myself. I have a three-and-a-half year old and I had a baby exactly one month ago. In that month I have worked almost constantly and it has paid off: I have made enough money to pay all my family’s bills and keep our business afloat. I have produced quality work that I’m proud of. And not once have I mentioned to anyone that I just had a baby.

Right about the time I was congratulating myself on these “accomplishments”, a not unsubstantial amount of pee just came pouring out of me. I was wearing light-grey sweatpants, so it was pretty obvious. Kind of embarrassing when my neighbor walked by and waved. By the time I got home, it was time to dial into a conference call, so I had to sit in those pee pants for quite a while. Thankfully the baby stayed asleep and quiet during that call, but woke up screaming to be fed as soon as it ended, so another half hour in the pee pants. Burped the baby. Got throw-up in my hair, but no time to do anything about it so just threw it back in a clip. Boom. Quickly changed pee pants. Ready for more work. Throw it at me world, I am a strong woman and I have it all and I have got this. At 5, my other kid comes charging into the room, asking if I’ve made the brownies I promised him earlier. I have not. Then my husband asks what the plan is for dinner. So, I throw the baby into a sling, go downstairs, sort out dinner and brownies.


“Uh oh, what?”

“I think I popped a stitch.”

“What? How do you know? Isn’t that bad?”

“Well it definitely feels not right down there, and yeah it probably is bad, but realistically what am I going to do about it?”

Back upstairs. Shower, finally. The wound formerly known as my vagina is definitely stinging (seriously, at my postpartum checkup, here is what my doctor said “the stitches are almost dissolved but your wound is still healing. Gross.) Then back in bed, icepack on crotch, baby on boob, laptop on lap.

I have not left this room except to grab food from the kitchen in a month. I took precisely one day off to have a baby. Let that sink in for a minute. Lucky for me, this room has a full bathroom attached.

Here’s the stack of laundry I’m staring at. (Look at my disgusting feet too, btw. That nail polish is at least two months old.)

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  1. says: hannah

    I really appreciate the realness and rawness of this article. I feel like women are told to “do it all” and “have it all” way more than men. We are supposed to have children and take good care of them but not act like it has affected us physically, mentally, emotionally, etc. if you work full time your judged for not being at home, if you stay at home your judged for not working, if you manage a way to do both your judged for not doing either full time. we reallly have to define this one for ourselves. but societal standards and narratives need to change. 6 weeks maternity leave is b.s. by the way, in other places they get 6 months to a year. at 6 weeks post-partum you haven’t slept, your boobs are leaking constantly and if you had stitches or other “work” down there it’s still getting back to normal. it needs to be ok for women and mothers to do whatever the heck they need to do for themselves and their families.

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