We expected a past-due baby, but this baby came crashing into our world a little early and on his own terms! And since then, we’ve been living in Trent’s World and getting him whatever he wants…whenever he wants it.
I struggled to adjust to the feeling of confinement: confined to my house, confined to this hungry little man, confined to emotions that struck with surprising vengeance. A couple girlfriends mentioned the magical 6-week mark: at which point this baby and I would hit our stride and life would seem possible. I clung to this hope.
Yesterday, Trent was officially 6 weeks old.
And you know what? While I don’t feel there was a lightning-strike moment where things of this new life all fell into place, I can say that life is moving forward. I feel brave enough to leave my house and now can’t bring myself to stay put. I can pump milk on the go, although I’ve only attempted that as a passenger in the car. I can handle being out and about whether Trent decides it’s Awake Time or Sleep Time. Maybe there’s some truth to this magical 6-week mark.
Along the way, I’ve discovered that every speed bump that we hit was normal. The steep breastfeeding learning curve? Normal. I read that babies are born knowing how to breastfeed but we women are the ones who have to learn. I wish it could be more like this cow-calf relationship– the calf barely hits the ground, learns how to stand, and gets right down to the business of securing his spot at the udder buffet.
Extreme exhaustion? Normal. Yet I have been asked by dozens of people, “Are you getting enough sleep?” Isn’t that kind of a dumb question? I’m not supposed to be well rested and he is not supposed to be going all night long without a snack. Therefore, yeah– I’m a tad bit tired throughout the day!
Fear of leaving the house with this baby and all his gear? Normal. Like Todd says, all we really need is diapers and my boobs so it’s pretty easy to cover that. And the good news is we haven’t yet left the house and forgotten the gosh durn baby. Now that would be a problem!
Jealousy towards my husband? Normal! I recently read in a magazine a quote from a woman who said, “I thought I was going to kill my amazing husband! I felt a level of resentment I’d never felt before about the fact that my life had changed completely, while his seemed to go on like always.” She put into words exactly how I felt: Todd was able to go to work, go on fire calls, and continue his schedule as planned while my life screeched to a halt. I was completely green with envy. He would come home and get to do all the fun things with our little one while all the un-fun things that I did all day long honestly put a damper on the whole experience.
But you know what? I’m back to loving Todd after all. The more sleep I get, the more normal my life seems, the less green I feel. I have an amazing husband and a baby boy who brings us joy. A baby boy that we already can’t imagine our lives without.
On my mark, get set, go! Life is good!
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