Adjusting to motherhood
After the horrendous first week at home with Oscar, without my husband, I became suprised at how quickly I have begun to adjust to certain things. Now don't get me wrong there's still a lot of adjusting to occur (I'm also not saying I am fully ecstatic about embracing all of those adjustments but hey!)
We are on week 4 now and Oscar will be a month in four days. A lot has changed for us as a couple and for my daily routine. For example we now eat strange meals for dinner, often with Oscar hanging off my boob or Thrashing about on my hubby's shoulder trying to poo! Oh and don't forget that this is usually done at lightening speed (in order to finish before the baby needs feeding/changing) and to the soundtrack of rain or shower sounds blasting full whack from one of our phones or the tv in a desperate attempt to calm the poor baby's evening heebie jeebies. I have in fact become so used to the rain sounds that it either sends me into a dreamlike state or I completely forget it is even playing and spend hours lis tending to it...
I have also seemlessly adjusted to the fact that I shower on the baby's terms and that sometimes doesn't happen until the afternoon and even then I have learnt to take the quickest showers ever. Seriously...my husband told me he would watch Oscar while I enjoyed a long shower (I thought I'd had one) when I got out he said was that it?)
Breastfeeding has been another adjustment I think I've nailed. I find myself regularly sitting with a baby on one boob and a pump on the other! Earlier this week I found myself having to walk to the dining table with a baby attached to one nipple, the breast feeding pillow firmly clamped beneath him and the other boob still half out! Attractive im sure.
Being in what feels like a permanent state of undress has become part of my daily "routine" I seem to permanently have easy access clips hanging open, pyjama tops half done up or find myself walking about in giant knickers with half a t shirt on as that's as far as Oscar let me get before crying or needing a feed!
Being able to do a days worth of jobs in the ten minutes that somebody, who has popped round, has Oscar. Honestly it's like as soon as they have him I run about like a maniac unloading and loading washing, folding laundry, brushing my teeth, making a drink, having a wee, cleaning. I never knew there were so many minutes in 10 minutes.
Realising I've lost the ability to stand still. Wether I'm bouncing Oscars bouncer or burping him I have found that the swaying bouncing motion becomes a normal and addictive movement and I have noticed that I am doing it more and more frequently without actually holding a baby...
Missing my husband has become a daily feeling as we are both so busy with keeping each other and the baby alive that there is barely time to talk!
The sense of joy I feel at hearing our gassy baby (who struggles to poo) making a big squelchy fart never thought I'd be pleased to hear farts or burps!
Walking around the house and streets feeling like I'm talking to myself is not as embarrassing as it should be I'm talking to this small human honest.
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Not feeling remotely silly for rewarding myself with chocolate buttons when I managed to leave the house before 12!
Adjusting from a 10 hour sleep person to a feeling like 4 hours is a good chunk of sleep person. ..we are still working on adjusting to this one.
We are on week 4 now and Oscar will be a month in four days. A lot has changed for us as a couple and for my daily routine. For example we now eat strange meals for dinner, often with Oscar hanging off my boob or Thrashing about on my hubby's shoulder trying to poo! Oh and don't forget that this is usually done at lightening speed (in order to finish before the baby needs feeding/changing) and to the soundtrack of rain or shower sounds blasting full whack from one of our phones or the tv in a desperate attempt to calm the poor baby's evening heebie jeebies. I have in fact become so used to the rain sounds that it either sends me into a dreamlike state or I completely forget it is even playing and spend hours lis tending to it...
I have also seemlessly adjusted to the fact that I shower on the baby's terms and that sometimes doesn't happen until the afternoon and even then I have learnt to take the quickest showers ever. Seriously...my husband told me he would watch Oscar while I enjoyed a long shower (I thought I'd had one) when I got out he said was that it?)
Breastfeeding has been another adjustment I think I've nailed. I find myself regularly sitting with a baby on one boob and a pump on the other! Earlier this week I found myself having to walk to the dining table with a baby attached to one nipple, the breast feeding pillow firmly clamped beneath him and the other boob still half out! Attractive im sure.
Being in what feels like a permanent state of undress has become part of my daily "routine" I seem to permanently have easy access clips hanging open, pyjama tops half done up or find myself walking about in giant knickers with half a t shirt on as that's as far as Oscar let me get before crying or needing a feed!
Being able to do a days worth of jobs in the ten minutes that somebody, who has popped round, has Oscar. Honestly it's like as soon as they have him I run about like a maniac unloading and loading washing, folding laundry, brushing my teeth, making a drink, having a wee, cleaning. I never knew there were so many minutes in 10 minutes.
Realising I've lost the ability to stand still. Wether I'm bouncing Oscars bouncer or burping him I have found that the swaying bouncing motion becomes a normal and addictive movement and I have noticed that I am doing it more and more frequently without actually holding a baby...
Missing my husband has become a daily feeling as we are both so busy with keeping each other and the baby alive that there is barely time to talk!
The sense of joy I feel at hearing our gassy baby (who struggles to poo) making a big squelchy fart never thought I'd be pleased to hear farts or burps!
Walking around the house and streets feeling like I'm talking to myself is not as embarrassing as it should be I'm talking to this small human honest.
.
Not feeling remotely silly for rewarding myself with chocolate buttons when I managed to leave the house before 12!
Adjusting from a 10 hour sleep person to a feeling like 4 hours is a good chunk of sleep person. ..we are still working on adjusting to this one.
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