I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while. Â It’s definitely true that the discomfort of labor and delivery comes and goes and the days right after that with a newborn in tow were both the hardest and most triumphant days of my life. Â Running a marathon is the closest thing I have done to caring for a newborn and that doesn’t even come close to the exhaustion and elation that goes with becoming a parent.
There is nothing like become a new mom… from the physical recovery and still new symptoms that accompany that to the biggest feeling of unconditional love I have ever known. Â I cried every.single.day for several days, usually tears of utter happiness when I looked into my newborn’s eyes, but sometimes from being overwhelmed, scared, or just tired.
The other day, I was thinking back to those first weeks and honestly almost felt a little sad they were over. Â Aiden is at a great age right now. Â We are having so much fun smiling, talking and rolling over now that made me realize how much those first weeks are worth it. Â I do know that I don’t want to forget the trying times we had at the beginning though.
I don’t want to forget how bad my boobs hurt at the beginning and how scary breastfeeding was because then it wouldn’t make our nursing sessions now as special. Â We have gotten the swing of it pretty well now and I attribute that to the trials and tribulations in the beginning. Â I wouldn’t have appreciated how far we’ve come had the beginning been easy.
I don’t want to forget that when we brought him home I wouldn’t even turn the lamp light off when we slept because I was too terrified. Â David and I were scared of SIDS so we used the Halo sleepsack swaddle and were constantly checking to make sure it wasn’t near his mouth so he wouldn’t suffocate. Â Each time he would wake up, I would have to completely unwrap that thing, feed him, change him and then go on the floor to wrap him back up because that’s the position I could get it tightest for him. Â I would then have to put him back to sleep. Â Sometimes this process would take two hours in the middle of the night and then it would be time to feed him again. Â I honestly forgot about all these nights until I really thought about it the other day.
I don’t want to forget that I used to have to set my alarm to make sure I woke up to feed him in the first two weeks. Â I had to set my alarm the other day and in my settings I saw the times… 12:26 am, 2:43 am, 4:51 am. Â I am happy not to have to do that anymore and we sleep better than that, but that’s the induction into the mom’s world.
I don’t want to forget that he was so hard to put to sleep that I couldn’t even do it and David would do it so that I could get a jumpstart on the night and go to bed earlier. Â I remember the night that the Boston bombers were caught we watched the entire police chase because we were up for 4 hours in the middle of the night rocking in the living room. Â We got some good bonding in that night.
I don’t want to forget the evil 5th and 8th week due to the wonder weeks. Â These were really difficult weeks for me with getting Aiden to sleep. Â He just refused! Â There were no naps to be seen, crying during the day, tummy aches, and sleepless night. Â The other day, I called another new mom in the midst of the 5th week and she just started crying. Â It brought me back to that week and I had total empathy! Â I promise they do end and on the other side is a happy, smily baby. There’s nothing like watching your baby smile at you. Â It will melt your heart every time!
When you’re in the midst of those beginning weeks, its really hard to see past them and realize that they do not last forever. Â But… take it from me, they don’t last forever. Â My little man is much bigger now and I can barely even remember him being an 8 lb. baby!
There is the good, the bad, and the ugly of those first weeks. Â They do end and you’ll likely look back with a little of sorrow that they are gone and ask yourself…”where did the time go?”