Wow! Life is been crazy the last three months with a new baby! A good crazy, not Jack Nicholson in The shining crazy – although on a certain level I can relate. There have been more than a few sleepless nights that have led to delirious days. There isn’t too much to my birthing story. Just the usual – I was induced at 39 weeks because of the very painful diastasis recti. Got the epidural, which stopped working. My water broke with the help of the doctor and bingo bango Waylon was born! The entire ordeal took about 22 hours.
Coming home was done without a hitch and everyone was extremely happy to have us back here instead of at the hospital. As far as our old routines go, all has been lost! There is after all a new little squish that needs extra love and attention. For me, learning how to breastfeed has been interesting, it wasn’t hard, but it sure hasn’t been easy! All three girls were bottle fed. So learning about sore nipples and spraying milk has been interesting to say the least!
Some of the less favorable things that have happened are things like; Willow staying up at least 2 hours after her usual bedtime and refusing to sleep in her own bed. On top of that we potty trained her and took all the binkies away, which are amazing things, but makes for a grouchy toddler and extra laundry. The older girls have also been staying awake way too late and chores are virtually non-existent. Which leaves me trying to handle the daily chores on my own. I feel like I’ve let things go while basking in the glow of the new baby.
All of that is about to change though. With three months having gone by, and everyone being used to Waylon’s needs, it’s time to get back to something resembling normal. The mom guilt is still very present for me though. Sometimes I feel like I’m not spending enough time with each kid, or with Jacob. Or sometimes I even feel bad for not doing anything at all, especially when the little guy doesn’t want to be put down (the
Basically, I feel bad for not being super woman, and to that I say F that mess! Part of me even wondered how I made this happen when we had our niece and nephew for foster care when Willow was born. Stress and multiple mental breakdowns is how I made it happen. I don’t want that to happen again, that would negate all of the work I’ve done.
That being said our new normal is going to look a lot like the old normal, some things will just take a little longer than others. More planning happens now, as there are two little ones to get ready. I’m also going to start the chore charts again, or at the very least hold the older girls accountable for helping out with the things they are supposed to be doing. Willow has also learned to be more self reliant! She can get herself fully clothed and put her own shoes on, which is a huge help.
I’ve learned that being stressed out and strung out on caffeine is almost worse than dealing with a guilty mom complex. Another important lesson is, the dishes can wait!In short.. or is it long? Adjusting to the new baby dude has been one hell of a roller coaster ride, but I wouldn’t have it any other way… I mean look at his squishy cheeks!
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