The Fog of the First Weeks with a Newborn

I’m sitting here watching my children wrestle and play.

I’m enjoying it.

I have to admit that I’m not a big fan of the newborn stage.  I like it when they are older and not as needy, but still need momma from time to time.

I remember the fog of the newborn stage.  Especially breastfeeding.  Being the only one who is on call 24 hours, day and night, to nourish the little life that just bombarded my world.

For the first couple of months I was constantly drifting in a sleep-deprived haze.  With three other children, one a toddler, I couldn’t sleep all day, and rarely did I sleep when the baby did.  I didn’t want to move, but I had to.  I secretly wished I could lay upstairs in bed all day.

I asked my husband to install one of those belt conveyors between the first and second floor, connecting directly to my bed so that I could lay there all day.

I could send all my dirty clothes, diapers, and dishes down.  And they could deliver me food and clean items.

He didn’t go for it.

Apparently he didn’t like my idea of this kind of material handling system.  I don’t know why…. it could work.

I also remember being super stressed all of the time.  The stress probably built on to my constant lack of sleep.

I cried.

I hollered.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering if this phase of sleepless nights would ever end.  Would my local pharmacy put a prescription for Prozac on pharmacy automation for me?

Just as I was beginning to think I might need that prescription, the fog cleared.  And the stress went away with it.  It may have been a few months, but the phase did end.

And now I can sit here and enjoy watching all of my children, even the youngest, laugh and play.

This is my favorite stage!

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