To the Michelle Duggar’s of the world, I say kudos. I have been pregnant or nursing since late 2010. I did manage to wean my children for about… one week before getting pregnant again. So, to be fair, there has been a 2 week break in nursing over the past few years. (Note to self: You become very fertile after weaning, take proper precautions) Still, while I am in the trenches, like many of you, I often forget what it was like to have a newborn, mostly because I was so tired and also crazy and for sure crazy tired. Occasionally I see a newborn and I’m struck. Here are are slew of disparate thoughts that come to me when coming into contact with newborn babies.
Night sweats. Remember these? They’re really gross, but exhilarating- I feel like it’s the physical manifestation of the crazy leaving my body. I’m free!!
Newborn babies are small. (compared to their siblings)
You can rub a baby’s cheek and if it tries to suckle your finger it’s hungry. So much simpler than the complex routine put into place at dinner time to tempt the 3 year old.
I remember that time I heaved an ottoman across the room out of sheer exhaustion and rage- it wasn’t the baby. That’s all that counts.
Babies need a lot of baths. How will everyone get a bath? I feel like I’m going to get the short end of the stick here.
The smell of Dreft.
The nerve of my friends not to post any new information for me to read in the Facebook app at 3 am. Don’t they know this tiny iridescent light is the only thing keeping me awake??
What thoughts do you have when you wax poetic on newborns? Leave a comment. Or don’t. This isn’t Stalin’s Russia. You can do whatever you want.