My darling son is one week old, and I finally feel like I’m emerging from the post giving-birth haze.
The first three days were hell. I think I got a total of six hours sleep in the two days I was at the hospital. Lack of sleep plus lots of hormonal changes = an emotional rollercoaster.
I felt depressed and weepy, but kept thinking, I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be really happy right now.
I begged for an early release from the hospital, but coming home presented its own challenges. Like a clingy two-year-old who wanted all Mommy, all the time.
And a messy house with chores needing to be done, meals to be cooked, and laundry to be folded and put away. (A note to all the husbands- just washing and drying a load doesn’t count as “doing the laundry.” That’s the easy part. It’s the folding it in a timely manner before it wrinkles and putting it away that matters.)
Then there are the guests. Everyone wants to come see the baby, and you can’t really blame them. I mean, he’s adorable. And it’s family. So how do you say no? You don’t. You say “yes” and then hope they don’t mind that Mommy is unshowered and wearing breastmilk-stained clothes. And that the house is (still) a mess.
Turns out, nobody minds.
But most stressful of all is navigating these unknown waters of having TWO children. I mean, I thought having ONE was hard. At least me and the hubby could take turns.
Now it’s a wonder we make it through dinner, bath, and bedtime without needing a drink. And sometimes we do need one. Because right now, it’s all about survival.
And thankfully, we are surviving and each day really does get easier. Yesterday the gross belly button thing fell off (hooray!) and I did a happy dance just for that!
My depression/weepiness has lifted and I’m now in the blissful stage of being absolutely head over heels in love with my baby, my daughter, and my husband…our perfect little family is complete.
…you know, until I get that “baby itch” again in another year or so 😉