Well, I made it one week of blogging every day before I skipped a day. I was raised that if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all (in public). Gossip is a whole different story. Yesterday, I did not have anything nice to say about life, work, or anything. Between a shitty day at work, a teething baby, and a husband who had to work late I was OVER it. So, I am back today, and I will try not to feel to guilty about breaking my resolution after only one week (I suck).
NaBloPoMo Topic Day 9 – Talk about a time when you used up an extraordinary amount of energy and were exhausted.
This is an easy one to talk about for me. The most energy I have ever used up is in the first month after L was born. Every mother goes through the newborn phase and many go through the same difficulties that I had. I know my story is not unique, but in case someone is reading this and is having a tough time, it does get better. Promise!
To tell you a little bit about the first month with L, I will tell you a little bit about me. I never planned on having children and I still have no idea how to interact with them. They are weird little almost-people whose thought process I cannot decipher. So with that background, we decided to have L. After a pretty typical labor leading to C section (scary but nothing terribly exciting) we were home with our new baby. Just like every other set of new parents, we had NO IDEA what to do. We were lost (and way too independent to ask our parents for help, or god forbid, advice).
We made it thorough everything, I will say it again. In the first three months we dealt with GERD, colic, bad latch, low weight gain, and severe PPD/PPA. J is a saint for sticking with me through everything (prob just did it for the kid . . . joking!!). I was so stressed out about everything that I lost all my baby weight and 20 more lbs in that first month. We eventually got L and I on meds for both of our issues, got the latch fixed, and started supplementing with formula to help the weight gain. That first month when we were trying to figure out what was wrong was absolute hell, though.
The experience of taking turns walking L around the house for hours so he would sleep, waking up every 2 hours to change and feed him, and being completely lost in parenthood has made both J and I stronger people and has brought us closer together. I would not trade it for anything. It is kind of like parental boot camp; you remember how hard it was and look back at it with pride and wonder how you did it all.
So if there is anyone out there dealing with all of these issues, I reiterate, you will get through this. And anyone who has been through this, high five! We made it!