I’m pretty sure I’m losing my mind. I’ve been cooped up in my house with both an easily upset newborn and a whiny toddler for far too long. I feel like either crying hysterically or laughing manically at the turn of a whim. I take a look in the mirror and have a feeling that this is what crazy looks like.
The first couple (okay fine, going on six in my case) weeks after having your baby are the hardest. They can be torture at its most ingenious. I am far too tired on far too little sleep. I pretty much feel like a zombie. The type of Walking Dead zombie but instead of trying to eat people, I change diapers and breastfeed. So I guess that actually makes me far superior than the Walking Dead zombie—it’s nice to feel good about anything at this point so I’ll take it, thank you very much.
It’s funny, isn’t it? Parenthood literally kicks our butt. It has to be the hardest job ever. I mean, I’m not a rocket scientist or an astronaut or anything like that and those might be harder but I still doubt it. At least they get lunch breaks and more importantly, washroom breaks. Yet all it takes is one damn smile to take away every ounce of frustration. A tiny little smile from my baby and I’m no longer a grouchy pants. In that one instance I completely forget that this baby has wreaked havoc on my mind, body, house, and just about everything else too.
It’s such a short window of time that we have with our babies. My oldest now speaks in sentences. HOW did that even happen? I swear she was a sleepy newborn just yesterday and now she knows the alphabet. It’s as though I blinked and she grew up (well, as grown up as a toddler can be). She may still be my baby but she's no longer a baby.
I might be waking up every three hours and I might have spit-up on my shirt and I might not have combed my hair in a few days (ahem, weeks) but it's still the best feeling in the world. Nothing will ever compare to being a mommy to my two little girls. I'm tired and have half lost my mind from lack of sleep but I'm not complaining. Now, whining, well that`s a completely different story. I'm all for whining. After all, I learned it from my babies.