I cannot believe my baby is ten weeks old, intentionally smiling, sleeping long stretches at night, and looking more like a little boy every day. It’s crazy how much changes in a few weeks. And each one gets better than the last! I wanted to start this post by saying how grateful I am to have Charlie and to have been able to carry my own child. I know there are a lot of women who would love to be in my position. And I don’t take it for granted for one second! But lately, I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my body as I have struggled to accept the changes that have happened to me physically since becoming a mom.READ THE POST
Adjusting to life with a newborn, especially your first, is no easy feat. There are so many questions you want to ask, so many unknowns, and a zillion opinions on what is right. And then there is the new title of parent, which as amazing, wonderful, life-changing as it is, turns out to be the most judged position in the world. So at the beginning, you’re on your tiptoes wondering if what you’re doing is actually working and if it is best for your child.
I decided that breastfeeding is what I wanted to do for Charlie and that I would do it as long as I could. However, I knew I wanted a bit of my life back and that I needed him to take a bottle as soon as possible. After he was born, I asked right away when I could start pumping. I was advised to wait at least two weeks for my body to regulate my milk supply and on day 13 (I couldn’t wait until 14), I successfully pumped and gave Charlie a bottle. He didn’t like it much and I couldn’t get him to take it initially, but after a few tries, he took it. And I felt a weight lifted.
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It’s been nearly two weeks and I am still in shock that I am a mother. I still feel like I’m taking care of this little baby, but he isn’t mine. Like this is a dream and I haven’t woken up. Owning my new role is still hard to grasp even though I’ve been preparing for it since the beginning of the year. I’ve never been so overwhelmed in my life yet so happy. Charlie has given me a moment to slow down and take in the little things. I can’t move as fast as I always have. And that’s okay. I’m living each moment, day by day.
Now I’ve had TONS of advice on babies. People have no problem sharing their insights and I’ve asked a lot of questions. But what I didn’t think too hard about is what would happen to ME after baby. I didn’t think about my recovery. I just thought how I would adjust to a new member and exhaustion from lack of sleep.
If you don’t want to know what happens to a woman when she gives birth, then this post probably isn’t for you and I would stop reading right now. This post is for all you moms-to-be that are preparing for one of the most miraculous days of your life and then what to do after.