Motherhood is crazy, ya’ll.
I’m into my fifth week of motherhood and I’m starting to feel like myself again. If you are a mom — I give you a high five. A high ten. A HIGH ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE. Sleep deprivation is a silly thing, you guys.
I wish more moms talked honestly about how hard the first few weeks are. Luckily, I’m a realist, and I knew my life wasn’t going to be full of rainbows, unicorn tails, and sprinkles for the first few weeks. This was nothing that I could have prepared for, but mentally, I tried. I knew I was only going to be sleeping in two-hour increments, I knew I was going to be tired and frustrated dealing with a screaming baby who is inconsolable, and I knew that my hormones were going to be wonky and my already emotional self was going to be even more fragile.
I’m grateful for my few close friends, new moms themselves, who have been honest with me 100% of the way. They told me the bare-naked truth about what new motherhood was like. Because of the support of those friends, my parents, and my incredible lumberjack, I knew everything was going to be okay. You know who you are — thank you for listening to me and reassuring me that I’m doing a good job.
Now that Rose is letting me sleep a tiny bit more, we have her reflux under control (no more hours and hours of screaming and crying), and the simple feeling of being more comfortable taking care of a baby, it feels like I’m starting to get the hang of this.
Being a mom is unlike anything I can explain. I would do anything for that little girl. I would hurl myself into a burning building, I would jump out of a jet plane, and I would throw myself in front of a moving train if meant saving her life. I wouldn’t trade my life for anything — it’s exactly how I want it — hormones and all.
I’ve been incredibly, out-of-this-world, head-over-heals in love with my daughter since 4:13am on February 10th when they placed her, kicking and screaming and covered in goo, on my chest. But now? I’m actually starting to ENJOY her and it’s incredible.