05/02/2023
1 month into motherhood and I’ll tell you what, the title “Mom” nor “Mother” is not something I identify with yet.
I think to myself, “I’m a mom?” “I’m Harvey’s mom?” “How could this be?”
I still feel like an “Ellen with a child.” 😂
I’m sure the title will find its place within me, it just takes time.
Here are a couple other things I’ve noticed over the last 30 days as Harvey and I get to know each other in this new relationship…
Pitocin is hard on the body and swelling takes 2 weeks to go down. My body is starting to feel more normal now.
Eating meals AND timing insulin has been a steep learning curve — I’m always hungry, sometimes nauseous and most of my meals are chicken soup or popcorn. Amen to Mike for doing most of the cooking and to Emily, my sister in law, for making us freezer meals that saved my life in those first 2 weeks.
Pumping, storing milk, using bottles, and washing all these tiny pieces of plastic drives me freaken nuts. Also, my b***s are in my way all the time — I miss the days of no bra in a loose t-shirt. For now, I require these things tight to my body. 😂
I was experiencing this anxiousness around bedtime — the unknown of what night will bring that might take away valuable sleep, but it got better once I stopped getting tied to certain outcomes.
He’s not just mine — I have to share Harvey with others which can be hard when I see someone holding him “incorrectly” or doing it ‘their way.’ That’s just good-old-fashion control sneaking in. 😉
Underslept adults in a relationship are bad for the relationship. When Mike and I bicker at each other, I remind both us that we are severely tired and that’s probably what is underneath all this. And that it won’t be forever.
On days when my blood sugar is high or low, I’m underslept, and Harvey is so fussy, and all I want to do is sleep or shower or p**p or go outside and get some air or get my effin thank-you-notes done, it feels like I’m trapped and alone. Then I realize I can call a friend who knows exactly how I feel (thank you ladies) and that I have to remember to adjust my own expectations of what will get done in a day, because it ain’t the anymore.