Lost
posted by Jen | 9:20 PM
Have you seen my life?
I haven't seen it in a while. I think I lost it a couple months ago, and I'm starting to worry that maybe I'm not going to find it again. I already looked in the dirty laundry, in the piles of dishes, in with the baby bottles, and in the diaper pail. I keep meaning to go out and look for it, but somehow it's so hard to make it past the front door.
Life with newborn(s) is characterized mainly by deterioration. Deterioration in the state of your house. Deterioration in the state of your mind. Except the part that is the growth and flourishing of a tiny human being. Or two in my case.
The thing I hate most about this stage is the uncertainty. Uncertainty in how much or how long to feed the baby. Uncertainty in what is currently making them cry. Uncertainty in how long they will go before sleeping longer at night. It's all very frustrating.
It's easy to forget that this phase of life is so short. That that tiny baby you are holding will soon be a big baby and then a toddler. (I'm still in denial that Carina is ever going to be a teenager.) That you will one day feel nostalgia for the newborn phase, even if that nostalgia is mainly possible because you forget how sleep deprived you were.
So I try to enjoy the good moments. I try to remember that they will grow up too fast. I try not to concentrate on the crying and the tiredness, but instead remember how Drake held his head up during tummy time today, and how Eleanor makes such cute noises when she's content.
Now, does somebody have a way to make me remember this when I'm getting up at 2 AM?
I haven't seen it in a while. I think I lost it a couple months ago, and I'm starting to worry that maybe I'm not going to find it again. I already looked in the dirty laundry, in the piles of dishes, in with the baby bottles, and in the diaper pail. I keep meaning to go out and look for it, but somehow it's so hard to make it past the front door.
Life with newborn(s) is characterized mainly by deterioration. Deterioration in the state of your house. Deterioration in the state of your mind. Except the part that is the growth and flourishing of a tiny human being. Or two in my case.
The thing I hate most about this stage is the uncertainty. Uncertainty in how much or how long to feed the baby. Uncertainty in what is currently making them cry. Uncertainty in how long they will go before sleeping longer at night. It's all very frustrating.
It's easy to forget that this phase of life is so short. That that tiny baby you are holding will soon be a big baby and then a toddler. (I'm still in denial that Carina is ever going to be a teenager.) That you will one day feel nostalgia for the newborn phase, even if that nostalgia is mainly possible because you forget how sleep deprived you were.
So I try to enjoy the good moments. I try to remember that they will grow up too fast. I try not to concentrate on the crying and the tiredness, but instead remember how Drake held his head up during tummy time today, and how Eleanor makes such cute noises when she's content.
Now, does somebody have a way to make me remember this when I'm getting up at 2 AM?
1 Comments:
Oh, I so understand. When I decorated the nursery in our current house, I put up part of a poem in vinyl lettering. It says, "Go away cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep." I can't tell you how many times that helped me out in the middle of the night when I thought I was going to lose it! Hang in there. You are right. This phase is so short. Before you know it, they will be crawling and you'll have a much different problem!
And I am within 2 1/2 years of having a teenager. It DOES happen! LOL
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