Day by Day – Two Weeks

Having a baby tilted the axis of my world.  I don’t intend for this to become a “mommy blog,” but at the moment my baby is pretty central to everything.  If I want to be honest about living with an open heart and write about that, then I have to own up to the fact the she’s got a monopoly on my heart right now (and my brain and my time and my boobs…).  It won’t be that way forever, but to be true to where I am right now most of my writing here will probably be more about life with a baby than usual.

Mama and Baby (c) Open Hearted

Mama and Baby (c) Open Hearted

Two Weeks In – March 27

Making it through one day at a time. I look at the clock and chunks of time fly by.  Last time it was 10 am.  Now it’s 3 pm. I’m still in my pajamas, baby is still in her pajamas. I made myself a poor excuse for a lunch and did the dishes.  Huge victory. We had some snuggle time in the morning.  Sometimes I wonder how I’ll keep going like this day after day.  On demand nursing, means on demand.  You never know when what you think might be a three or four hour break during a nap, dissolves into feedings every forty-five minutes.

I’m a mama.  I’m actually a mother now.  Somehow it feels perfectly natural and totally foreign all at the same time.  At moments I panic.  I have to do this every day? Keep a tiny human being alive? Feed her, change her, respond to her cries, wake up when she needs to eat, change another diaper moments after I’ve put on a clean one?  How do I do this? And find time to do one thing for myself? And work? And talk to my husband? It’s so much right now.  I’m overwhelmed.  She needs everything from me.  I freely give everything too as overwhelmed as I feel.  I look into her sweet little almond shaped eyes and I’m high in the clouds.  The little nose, long tiny fingers, frog-like feet, perfectly round head, soft fine hair, and the smell.  Oh the smell of her newborn head.  I’m drunk on it.  It’s like falling in love for the first time on some psychedelic drug that amplifies every feeling and emotion.

The general sleep deprivation is pretty tough though.  I try not to calculate how much actual sleep I get  – or don’t get – in a night. It makes it easier to gloss over it. The postpartum pain is a bitch too. I hurt in places I was unaware of before delivering a baby.  I hope it goes away.  I need to walk.  I want to be outside in the sun. I want to do yoga without worrying about tearing my stitches.

I wonder, how will I do this again tomorrow? And the next day and the one after that?  Right now we’re making it through day by day.  We’re doing whatever we need to do to get through this one day.  That’s good enough, even if it means watching everything on Netflix. Or laying on the couch all day alternating between feedings and naps.

Home Alone with a Newborn

The Tough

Today’s our first day at home without H.  The little one and I dropped him off at the shuttle stop early this morning in the rain.  I slept horribly last night.  She was awake every hour and in between feedings she was grumbling.  My maternal instincts are in over drive. I’m alert and wide awake at the slightest arm twitch or raspy breath.  Then this morning she refused to nap.  In the past few days I’ve gotten a good two hour chunk of time first thing in the morning.  Today was only 45 minutes and after the grueling night we had I felt jipped, cheated.  I know she has no control over her sleeping and eating schedules right now, but I’m strapped in to that ride no matter how hard or crazy-making it gets.  Today has been tough.  At the third feeding, with no sleepy droopy baby eyes in sight I started crying when she cried again. My whole day hinges around this tiny little being who is only beginning to learn how to be in this world.

The Good

I can fix all of her problems right now.  This is the only time in her life when I’ll be able to soothe her, comfort her, no matter what troubles her.  Her problems are simple, wet diaper, hunger, need for comfort. As she gets older and her feelings get hurt by a friend, she feels disappointed in not achieving something she’d hoped for, her heart gets broken, all I can do is offer to stand next to her.  I won’t be able to take her troubles or tears away.

I love that I can cuddle her and she still fits in the space between my chest and hips.  She’s grown so much and I know this phase won’t last very long.  I love the smell of her head.  The unearthly softness of her hair and cheeks.  The sweet smiles she makes as she falls asleep.  And oh my good the sweetness of her milk breath.  I could watch her for hours on end, just sleep and breathe and coo and take in the world around her.  She  changes every day and I try to appreciate each moment as much as I can. I know they won’t last long.  She officially grew out of the newborn size diapers and her first onesies.  It’s hard to know we can never go back, only forward.

I’m also grateful for an incredibly supportive partner.  H has taken on so many more chores around the house.  I love to watch him love that little girl.  He dotes on her and can’t stop kissing the top of her head.  He also loves that she prefers getting burped by him.  He changes diapers all the time.  And most importantly he listens to me and comforts me when the hormones and the hardness of this period of time get the best of me.  He’s my better half, the last piece that completes the puzzle and I couldn’t do this without him.

Somebody’s Mama

(c) Open Hearted

(c) Open Hearted

I’m a mama. On March 13  at 2:18 pm our beautiful daughter was born 7 lb 10 oz and 21 inches. After 24 hours of labor I pushed this teeny little being out of my body. The doctor and nurse told me most women push for a few hours, and I thought no way she’s coming in an hour.  I opened my eyes during the last push and all I could see was the back of this tiny, fuzzy little head.  A noise escaped my throat that I’d never heard before.  It was a cry of raw, pure, joy.  In that moment I became a mama. This was my little baby.  Our family was now three forever after.  The doctor placed her on my chest for a moment and she felt warm and squashy.  I held her inches from my face.  I can’t even remember H standing next to me and looking on us both.  I wish I’d looked up and memorized his expression.

He coached me through labor brilliantly.  He did everything I needed and it was hard for him to see me in so much pain.  He got tears in his eyes and he watched our little girl welcomed into the light of our world.  He took such good care of me and hesitated before going over with the baby when she went to get cleaned off.  I’ve never seen anything as wonderful as a new dad taking in every little detail of his new daughter.  Her dark brown hair, almond shaped puffy eyes, pink skin, teeny nose, and long froggy-like hands and fingers.

Then the nurse brought her back over to me inthe hospital bed and I snuggled her on my chest. We made a flurry of phone calls and texts to let everyone know she was here.  I kept her in my arms the whole time.  The sun was streaming through the window on an unusually beautiful San Francisco afternoon.  We became parents that day.  I felt reborn myself.  Parts of me came alive that had never woken up before. Parts I didn’t even know I had.  I felt a deep and profound love down to the toes of my soul.  I instantly loved this little baby with more than everything I had in my heart.  She was perfect. When I laid eyes on her she didn’t feel familiar, but my first thought was, of course.  Of course this is our baby.  This little one chose us.  My heart was ripped wide open.

I hope to write down a more in depth birth story soon, but I’m too tired to do it now.