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A Gift for New Parents
Lucky us. Colic came early to this household.
Just when you think you’re starting to get the hang of this – nursing every couple of hours, sleeping when she sleeps, diaper changing while half awake – the rules change. Suddenly, she doesn’t just cry when she’s hungry. She cries All. The. Time. I think she’s finally happy, finally asleep, at 2 a.m., after a full day of screaming, eating, and diaper changes, and she cranks it back up again. We’re told colic starts usually at 3-4 weeks, and here it is at 2 ½. We can send someone to the moon, but we can’t figure out this colic thing???What Just Happened?
It’s official. We have a baby!
A copy of Madeleine’s birth announcement came in the mail. Seeing her name in print made everything seem so, I don’t know, unchangeable. As if we’d only borrowed a baby for a while to play at the parenting thing, but now that we’ve announced it to the world, we’re in this for the long haul, no exchanges, no refunds. Not that I want to exchange her; but I imagine that now that we’ve announced it, I’ve gone from some hip chick with a baby to a mommy. Does that make any sense? A sort of reference point shift for my identity. I’ve been looking at this whole thing as if she’s my daughter, and now suddenly I’m her mother.
What Just Happened?
It’s official. We have a baby!
A copy of Madeleine’s birth announcement came in the mail. Seeing her name in print made everything seem so, I don’t know, unchangeable. As if we’d only borrowed a baby for a while to play at the parenting thing, but now that we’ve announced it to the world, we’re in this for the long haul, no exchanges, no refunds. Not that I want to exchange her; but I imagine that now that we’ve announced it, I’ve gone from some hip chick with a baby to a mommy. Does that make any sense? A sort of reference point shift for my identity. I’ve been looking at this whole thing as if she’s my daughter, and now suddenly I’m her mother.
A Soggy Shoulder
Hormones suck.
I’m walking around crying all the time. I cry over how big my belly still is. (Yes, I know it’s only been one week). I cry over what a bad mother I’ll be. I cry over my daughter’s blatant indifference to my charms. Honestly, she doesn’t give a Memphis morning about who’s changing her diaper or feeding her, and shows absolutely no gratitude towards me. There’s not even a smile in it for me yet. I think about a girlfriend of mine who struggles with chronic depression and cry out of empathy for her; I can’t imagine spending much of your life feeling this way. I think about my girlfriend who’s pregnant with her second child and cry that she’ll have to go through this while rearing a toddler. And now, I’m crying because I have the dearest girlfriends in the world.Pass the Frozen Peas
Let’s talk for a sec about what I’d like to call the big breastfeeding lie: “Breastfeeding shouldn’t hurt!” I’m not afraid to admit it; I’m ten days into this thing and my nipples are killing me!!!! And before you all start typing your replies, sending me advice about having an expert observe me and it’s probably Madeleine’s latching, let me just tell you that I’ve been observed by the hospital staff, my OB, Madeleine’s pediatrician, a consultant, and a fellow mother, all of whom tell me Madeleine’s a pro at this and we’re doing everything right. But I’ve got blood blisters on each side, and it hurts almost unbearably each time she latches on and starts to eat.
Pass the Frozen Peas
Let’s talk for a sec about what I’d like to call the big breastfeeding lie: “Breastfeeding shouldn’t hurt!” I’m not afraid to admit it; I’m ten days into this thing and my nipples are killing me!!!! And before you all start typing your replies, sending me advice about having an expert observe me and it’s probably Madeleine’s latching, let me just tell you that I’ve been observed by the hospital staff, my OB, Madeleine’s pediatrician, a consultant, and a fellow mother, all of whom tell me Madeleine’s a pro at this and we’re doing everything right. But I’ve got blood blisters on each side, and it hurts almost unbearably each time she latches on and starts to eat.