The first week home with a new baby is unpredictable. It was incredibly difficult with both my boys, but incredibly easy with E. Yes, that’s right–the first week with E was easy. I naively wondered why my mother had thought three was the hardest adjustment. E slept all the time and only woke to eat. Husband was home that whole week mostly and friends brought us dinner nearly every night. I was so grateful that it had been going so well.
But that was short-lived. E was growing older and sleeping less. She was having lots of gas and pooping problems from her immature digestive system and crying a lot. We soon learned that if she wasn’t tended to immediately, she would be screaming bloody murder within seconds. Husband had to go back to school and I was left alone with three little kids. Will decided he was not going to have naps anymore, resulting in a horrible tantrum every evening. Many tears were shed by all of us.
I used to say that things were going pretty well if I hadn’t bawled in the shower. Well, forget getting a shower, I bawled in the living room, the car, the bedroom. Life with three is just hard. I feel like I never knew what motherhood really was until I had three kids. But then again, any number of kids is made much more difficult with a newborn, right?
I couldn’t wait until we left to Utah for Christmas. And the trip was good–we had lots of people to entertain the boys and hold the baby. But one of the hardest parts for me is breastfeeding, which I will write in more detail about later. And I couldn’t wait to get back into the privacy of my own home. No more hiding under a blanket to feed the baby!
Now that I’m back, things are SLOWLY improving. E can sleep in her own bed for at least part of the night which allows me more restful sleep during that time. I would like to transition her out of the bedroom in the hope that she will sleep better not smelling Mom and I will sleep better not hearing her little grunts and cries while she sleeps.
I’m super happy to have my healthy baby girl. Really in love with her. I mean seriously, isn’t she absolutely gorgeous? But of all the stages of babydom, the newborn stage is probably my least favorite. I hate to admit that, since they are still such precious miracles. But it is just hard, hard, hard.
I really appreciate all your comments and suggestions via this blog and my Facebook, really. It’s nice to know I’m not alone!