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@NeciaKH, @diamondseeker2006 I do wish I'd read these messages weeks ago!!
Baby arrived three weeks early. I just checked the timestamp, I actually went into labour four hours after my last post here! He's eleven weeks now, on the small side still but otherwise a perfect baby in perfect health
And me… Physically - I reckon I’ve had a textbook experience. Mostly uneventful pregnancy, mostly easy delivery, mostly quick postpartum recovery. Emotionally... I stumbled over this pearl of wisdom on Reddit (of all places to source life truths, I know!): Your first child is an existential mindf*, your second child is a logistical mindf*. And omg, I will never forget the doctor putting my brand new baby on my chest and holding him oh-so-gently and waiting to be overwhelmed with emotion, and how my only clear thought was entirely irreverent - “I think I'm supposed to cry now, on instagram they always cry now, right?"
I had next to no experience with infants before having one. And I’ve always been prone to what I’ll call crippling nostalgia. Those first few newborn weeks were so, so, so hard. I will admit that it took a few weeks for attachment to surpass obligation in caring for him; I will also admit that it likely would have taken several more had I not finally taken my therapist’s recommendation and started on an antidepressant.
Happily, the pets seem to have adjusted, and he's sleeping a lot more at night, and the myriad guilts and anxieties over feeding and time passing have lessened. These days watching him cooing and kicking at his beloved Boppy tag - I force myself to not snatch him up and squish himI was so worried about not attaching to him, now I worry about him not attaching to me
You wrote about needing to redefine yourself without losing yourself. That’s pretty much exactly why I cut my maternity leave short, I know that I’m a better mother having my work be an active part of how I define myself. Of course it helps immensely that I work from home and he’s just four doors and a flight of stairs away with his nanny. And that our cleaners come every week and take care of everything we didn’t get to… And our petsitter loves our furchildren and knows their medical needs… And we have family and friends who are always generous with their time… The privilege of the modern village. I cannot even imagine how stressful and chaotic your 2020 must have been!!
Surviving. I wouldn't be able to do this without someone adores being a dad. Another privilege.
I know I’ve said this before but I need to say it again: You write so eloquently and compellingly. You mentioned you were in medicine, I hope that whatever it is you do - the people you work with enjoy your warmth and genuinenessAnd whilst I ended up not having the January baby I’d expected I’d be delighted to search for garnet celebration pieces with you!
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Aw, gorgeous lady, congratulations on your safe delivery! Motherhood is tough. Like, hard as nails tough. The first is definitely the hardest because of the sheer upheaval. Subsequent babies just slot into the groove previously worn in the family unit. But you are doing amazingly & it’s soo good to see you back!