When Norah Rose was first born, life was crazy, as expected. I mean, it was the amount of crazy I expected...not necessarily more or less. She wasn’t so amazing we slept each night soundly with an angelic baby in a bassinet beside us, but she wasn’t colicky, or all that hard to please. She wanted what she wanted, and if we could just provide that (which we mostly could), she rewarded us with being generally content.
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Sure mom, that playpen looks like a great idea and all, but I'll just snuggle in here instead, rendering your thoughts of productivity or personal hygiene useless... |
Hmm what to do today…sleep? nah. Poop? Oh ya! |
Now, generally content isn’t the stuff pregnant mommies dream of (they should...) but we sighed a sigh of relief every day we got through with the usual baby issues (why does she always wake up just when I fall asleep?! How many more times in a day can a human poop? etc etc) and not really much more. The memories of that time to me now seem foreign...this haze of sleeplessness, unknown answers, nonexistent confidence. It was hard; it was the most grueling marathon of meeting ALL of someone else’s needs before even being allowed to think of ONE of your own. I truly did not sleep for the 2 days before giving birth, spent the third night giving birth, and then at least the next two nights awake all night either holding the baby, feeding the baby, or checking if the baby needed to be held or fed. That’s 5 days people...I have never in my life stayed up for 5 days, and may never be able to again. But I did, and that’s just what you do when a new baby enters your life. And Norah was a pretty good baby I believe...I am quite certain our worst days would have been someone else’s best (you got to shower?! You ate some toast?! I was living in someone else’s dream world probably). Thank you for that Norah, and may your future sibling or your teenage years not bestow horrible horrible karma on us.
Please just stay asleep so I can too!! |
During this hectic time, where I was learning this entirely new way of living, and trying to reset my brain to understand this was forever (forever, forever ever? forever ever*), it was hard to actually give much thought to the answer when people asked “aren’t you just innnn looooovvvve though?”. The answer of course is just automatic, yes, yes I am in love with my baby. It is only now, as the fog has lifted off that part of my life that was to be “forever”, that I am able to truly think more deeply about the love I have for my daughter.
To be clear, it was not forever. My life was not actually to be a never ending cycle of not once having time for myself. It just feels like it at the time, that you can’t imagine life being normal again. And it never goes back to how it was, but the new normal is not something to fear, once you figure it out. Norah now naps regularly, so I can work out, shower, relax etc. She is also now eating lots of solid foods and nurses very quickly and efficiently, so we eat our breakfast and lunch together, instead of me never finding the time to eat food amongst marathon nurse sessions. I eat my dinner after she goes to bed, because she goes to bed at 6:30 and almost never wakes up again until the next morning at 6:30. Soon enough her bedtime will get slightly later, and we can enjoy a family meal together after Dave comes home. I can go out and do things in the evening as long as Dave is home, coz she barely ever wakes up and if she does, she can be calmed by her dada or will take a bottle. Other than the fact that my day-to-day routine is very different from when I used to wake up and go to work I feel very much like “me” again. I’m sure when I go back to work, I will feel even more so.
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Fine, I guess this "crib" idea isn't actually so wacky... |
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I would like to sample every food item in the world please! (This morning we had the same breakfast, eggs, toast and blueberries!) |
Now, when I go to Norah in the morning, I realize I missed her. When I kiss her as many times as I do a day, it’s because I literally can’t help it. When I put her down to sleep, I tell her I love her, even though she doesn’t understand. When I choose books to read with her I think about what she likes. It’s hard to admit it, but I am going to be honest in hopes I’m not the only one, but at the beginning that just didn’t come naturally. I did not miss her when she woke up...I desperately wanted her to go back to sleep. I kissed her sometimes because I felt like I was supposed to kiss her. I don’t think I told her I loved her until she was over 6 months. Books used to be chew things and I had no idea she would excitedly point at cats in a book, or love stroking soft “touch books”.
We’ve been watching a show about a man put in prison for 20 years for something he allegedly didn’t do. And this made me think just how horrible that would be, to have that much time stolen from you. I thought about being forced to be away from Norah for that long, and my newly vulnerable heart gave a quiver. There could be nothing worse than being taken from your child, or your child being taken from you. I now understand the terror of that possibility, and my heart aches for anyone who has had to endure it, especially my own mother.
There is nothing like a mother’s love. And Norah Rose, I promise you I’ve loved you this deeply from the beginning. I just didn’t realize it until we got to know each other a bit better ;)
You are the flower that blooms in my heart.
*Sorry Miss Jackson