So we’re three weeks into our new normal and I’d like to think we have established somewhat of a routine, but mostly we’re still in survival mode. As in, let’s just figure out how to get through the next 20 minutes and then we’ll go from there. I’ve been thinking a lot lately… and isn’t it the strangest thing that you get pregnant, have a baby and then you are just supposed to know how to take care of it? Other than your own experiences growing up and taking baby classes, there is no real training to be a parent. I mean, you have to have more training to get your driver’s license than you do to have a baby. Which doesn’t really seem right, right? And these poor babies, they have no idea that we have no idea what we’re doing. Maybe it’s a good thing they can’t remember these early years… otherwise their first memories would be their parents looking at each other and saying things like “is it supposed to be that color?” and “will his eyes stay crossed forever?” But hey, you know what? Our little man is healthy and cute and getting fatter everyday so I think we’re doing ok so far?
We’ve definitely had our fair share of ups and downs over the past few weeks. Admittedly I was not prepared for how overwhelming everything would be. And really, how can you possibly prepare yourself for having your world turn upside down in the blink of an eye? Or the slice of scalpel. (Too much?) The first few weeks were overrun with aches and pains, exhaustion, love, anxiety, and of course, emotions. DAMN the emotions! I talked a little bit about that in this post, and will likely talk about it at some point again. And again. For today though, we’ll just say that all of the emotions? I’ve had them.
But hey. It’s true what they say. Every day gets a little bit easier. Every day we get a little more used to our new bedtime routines and 2am wake up calls. We get a little more accustomed to knowing we may not get a shower today. Or tomorrow. (Wait, what’s a shower again?) We’re getting better at not freaking out every time Crosby cries. We know we’ll figure it out. We’re getting really good at peeing while holding a baby. We’re also getting used to having dishes pile up and being okay with it. We’ll get to it. We understand that our time isn’t just ours anymore and that this adorable little creature relies on us to be cool with that. We know that it will and is getting easier every day. Can I get an amen?
Lucky for us, Crosby is a pretty good baby. (Knock on seventeen billion pieces of wood) I mean, we think he’s a good baby. We really have nothing to compare this to? But I’d say that on a scale from 1 to Gary Busey, he’s a 4. He mostly reserves his crying fits for when he’s got crap in his pants or needs to be fed. And who can argue with that logic? We hear ya kid. But speaking of being fed, one of the biggest shocks to me has been the time and energy it takes to feed a baby. And the challenges that come along with it. Again, this is probably something I’ll talk about in more detail in the future, but for today I will just give a word of warning to any pregnant pals out there. Prepare yourself for spending some long hours feeding your little love. Buy a comfy rocking chair. Stock up on magazines. If you’re planning to or find yourself needing to pump, buy this adorable hands free tube top. Get your lactation consultant on speed dial. And most importantly, prepare yourself mentally for when your baby gets milk caught in their throat. Not in a choking way, just in a gurgly YOU NEED TO CLEAR YOUR THROAT kind of way. Because you know what? Babies don’t know how to clear their throats. So it will be up to you to keep your composure, no matter how much that raspy phlemy breathing squicks you out.
And cue the terrible quality iphone pictures of my cute baby!
God bless all the new mamas and papas out there. You’re doin a great job.