…you know like once every two years or so. Now that’s some serious blog neglect and i can’t promise that it won’t happen again.
But now here I am sitting at home on maternity leave with some time on my hands. I really thought I would have more free time since I’m used to working 40+ hours a week and going to school full time, but my son is 2 months old and I’m only now finding myself with any kind of down time, and by “down time” I mean time in which he will let me put him down.
OMG let me tell you about this kid though! Have you ever seen a beautiful baby? I mean a REALLY beautiful baby? You might be thinking I’m a bit biased but I kid you not my son is perfect, like… perfect. Ok, ok i won’t bore you with the softness of his baby hairs or his picture perfect toes any longer, instead let me tell you a few things I’ve learned or whatever…
Before you have a baby people always tell you “Just rest and get as much sleep as you can before the baby comes”. Especially when you’re on bed rest, people make it seem like that’s some kind of blessing as I’m bored out of my mind watching Everybody Loves Raymond reruns for the umpteenth time. Plus let’s be real, I could sleep 20 hours one day and I will still be tired the next day, it’s inevitable. So why tell someone to enjoy sleep while they can? Because they will NEVER sleep again, that’s why! This is such good advice, I really should have listened to. Now I wouldn’t trade the midnight feedings or 3-5AM play sessions my son thinks we should have for anything in the world, but RIP sleep, you will be surely missed.
So far in my two months of motherhood I’ve been pooped, peed and puked on. And i should mention I was peed on in the face at three AM while my son screamed as if he was the one getting pee is his eye. And I was pooped on in the Texas Roadhouse parking lot while my husband and I looked like the newbies that we are. It really should have been caught on film, I laughed so hard my husband had to finish the job. And the puke is a daily occurrence that usually finds its way down my shirt. I’ve also forgotten the diaper bag at home with EVERYTHING in it..twice. I’m gonna go ahead and blame post pregnancy brain on this one because both times my son was just a few weeks old and I’d rather not blame regular brain.
It’s safe to say that life after baby is pretty chaotic. Chaotic in the most blissful way of course, like middle of the night wake up calls that give you an excuse to stare at a beautiful miracle long after he’s finished eating. And despite how ready you are for the new task of being a mom, it takes some time for life to feel normal again. It happened for me about four weeks after my son was born. My husband and I were waiting in line at Costco for him to pick up his new phone. Our son was sleeping peacefully in his stroller (after 45 minutes of me carrying him around the store, because babies) when my husband made some comment about our son being like me because i whine all the time. And that was it, my jaw dropped open at the absurdity and I pinched him everywhere I could get my hands on as he halfheartedly dodged my advances. All around me the world disappeared, even that sweet little baby that is half of me and half the man that i love, drifted away. This was us, laughing, playing, this was normal, this was easy, this was my life. And even though my husband is there with me for the diaper changes, the feedings, the rocking to sleep, this was the first moment since our sons arrival that it felt like us again. Us plus one.
Their are a million things that my son does that are adorable, I’ll bore you with them later, but my favorite thing is when he wakes in the middle of the night to eat. He doesn’t even open his eyes cause he’s so tired, and after he’s done eating he scrunches his face and smacks his lips cause his little belly is full and he’s so content just sleeping on my chest, that is my favorite face.
That is all for now, my boy is waking up and i must go kiss his scrunchy little face.
See ya in two years…