Here is my list of some of the things that have been different than I expected:
1.
Breastfeeding
is a beast. But it is getting better. For a while, I was pumping and Paisley got
half of her food in bottles; now, Paisley usually just breastfeeds. I had no idea we would have such a rough
start. I thought that if we trouble, I would talk to my mom,
or to someone from La Leche League, and we would adjust something small and
everything would be better. La Leche
League helped a little, but not as much as I thought it would. More than anything, they were just
sympathetic as I tough it out. But, I
think I will probably keep going, because the ladies are friendly, and going to
the meetings feels good socially.
Everyone brings kids, and they sometimes cry, so if Paisley cries or
gets hungry, it’s no big deal. Which
leads us to the second item…
2.
It’s
really hard to go places. Paisley may be sleeping, and it could be no big
deal. She sleeps a fair amount. Or, she could be inconsolable. I can’t just plan to take her somewhere if
she’s hysterical. What if I get
somewhere and out in the parking lot she’s crying? Do I try to cheer her up out in the
truck? Do we turn around and drive back
home? It’s hard to know what to expect
because things change so quickly.
I had an orthodontist appointment recently
and I was planning to take Paisley, because they said to bring her. That morning my mother-in-law volunteered to
babysit, so I ended up leaving her at my in-laws’ house. I was so
grateful to be able to do that, because when I left Paisley so was so SAD.
And so MAD! What if I had taken her with me? What would that have looked like? But it was an appointment, so it was at a
specific time. Which leads to the third
item…
3.
It’s hard
to be punctual. Even if we plan
ahead and get ready, and even if I plan time for feeding Paisley and changing
her diaper, etc, at the last minute she could have a burp up and need to have
her clothes changed, or she could decide she is starving again, etc. Being
anywhere at a precise time is very difficult.
4.
I thought
we had way more baby clothes than we would need. I thought she would wear each outfit once or
maybe twice. Ha! I didn’t realize babies sometimes wear 3-4
outfits per day.
5.
I keep
having to choose: Shower?
Sleep? Eat breakfast? Pump?
Things that seem like they should be givens are all competing for my
time. Since I have such a limited amount
of “free time”, I end up having to decide.
So, some days I get a shower, and other days I eat breakfast. Not to mention other things, like laundry or
property management.
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7.
I am
becoming an intense photographer.
Every time I change Paisley’s clothes, I feel like we need another
picture because she just looks so cute! When
she sleeps in cute positions, smiles, stretches, yawns, (breathes, etc), I
always feel like we should take a picture.
We have a ton of pictures of this baby, most of which are bad. The problem is, our camera doesn’t take a
picture when I click the button—it waits 2-3 seconds. By then, Paisley has moved or blinked, or
stopped smiling. I think that must be
one of the benefits of having a nice camera: I think nice cameras take the
picture you’re trying to take, instead of the picture 3 seconds after the picture
you wanted to take. So, I’m thinking
about saving my money to buy a real
camera. [Jeff thinks ours is a real camera because it is 12 mega
pixels! and it can do high definition video!]
Those are just a few of the things I’ve thought of.
2 comments:
TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE!
I miss X like crazy all the time. This intense hurt/missing. He'll be screaming and I'll just get him down..and I'm like, "Maybe I should go get him up...." It's like your heart aches.
1. YES. I talked to four different lactation consultants before I left the hospital and the fourth one finally identified a problem with H's latch. Boy, was I grateful for that lady!
2,3,5. I found the hardest thing was scaling back my expectations of what I was going to accomplish. Some days I was still not showered by 4 p.m., others I had laundry and dinner done by 7. Those laundry/dinner days came about once a month at the onset, then got a little more often as I got the hang of things. Most of the time I was like, "I'm going to walk to the mailbox today!" *cue "Eye of the Tiger*
6. I am not as sweet and soft a mom as some, but man I still miss my boy when we are apart. There's no substitute for cuddling up to his skinny little body and sniffing his neck. It fills a divot in my heart.
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