Motherhood--for real.

I planned and organize and anticipated.
Nothing could prepare me for what becoming a mother would be like.
All of my previous assumptions and expectations flew out the window about 30 mins after arriving at the hospital that day. 28 hours later...Charleigh was here and it was now my job to make her the number one priority in my life. As I sit here 12 weeks later, I can say that being a mother IS rewarding, there is nothing like seeing her smile first thing in the morning when she makes eye contact with me. I love watching her sleep before I put her in her crib at night. But just a few shorts weeks ago... I was convinced she might be the end of sanity for me. The sleep deprivation is brutal. Now, some moms can steal naps while their babies sleep...but I just simply could not use those precious quiet, calm moments to sleep. I always felt I should instead be cleaning something, washing something, doing SOMETHING. Let me tell you... I was wrong. I see that now and am still struggling to use her quiet nap times as my own restful periods of the day. Yet, here I sit composing this instead of stealing what be my only chance for a 30 mins snooze of the day.

I had so many friends, coworkers, family members, and even strangers tell me that being a mother was the most rewarding, exciting, loving, enjoyable experience of their lives. So naturally I felt very disappointed in myself and slightly guilty when during the first 4-6 weeks I could find very little about being a mom that felt at all like any of those positive words. I was exhausted, sore and the sound of her cry, especially when I couldn't quickly calm her just broke my heart. I had no encouragement during most days, no one to tell me "you're doing a great job". I was lucky enough to have an incredible mother in law who came for a week and helped me to navigate those first few uncertain days. She was there in the delivery room to encourage and cheer me on, being my advocate to the medical personnel and support my husband since I could not. I also had/have a very involved, helpful and loving husband. But while my "mom senses" were turned on the day she was born....daddy was/is still working on his. If anyone loves Charleigh as much as I do, it's Dan...but he's a daddy and I now know how truly different that is from being a mommy. Parents are quite different from one another. My own mother chose to not be involved in the birth, homecoming or first few days of my daughters life. Something I'll never understand, something that will always hurt...and as I think about it at this moment, probably something that compounded the difficulty of those first weeks. At a time in my life when I would want to turn to my mother for advice, comfort and support, I instead was trying to control my anger enough to share with her a few details about this amazing new life I was responsible for.
I felt horrible for many days....thinking that I must be doing something wrong because this baby wanted to eat every two hours, didn't sleep for longer than 3-4 hours if I was lucky and I just couldn't seem to recover quickly enough to care for her in the way she needed me to. While I was overwhelmed with love for this little person...I really didn't LIKE her much. She had taken my organized, planned and predictable life and turned it upside down. This little 7lbs baby had brought me to the all time low of my life both emotionally and physically. I always thought a baby was supposed to do the exact opposite. Those first few weeks when EVERYTHING seemed like a massive procedure or chore with her were the hardest weeks of my life. I couldn't see that each day was getting easier and we were getting to know each other. Though we had spent just over 9 months literally attached to one another..it was not until those first few weeks that we were forced to communicate and respond to one another. I guess it came quite naturally..looking back on it now. But each and every one of those days felt like an unfair challenge.
I could go on for pages and pages....but any one who reads this has more than likely had their own experience with this or someday will or might or hopes to...
I just hope that maybe one mom or mom to be can read this and it can make her feel a little better. It can help her to realize that it's OK if everything isn't perfect and you don't feel elated and great and amazing during the first few weeks of having a baby. Being a mom is TOUGH! I guess that's why a job that lasts a lifetime.

The world of the blog

So I'm taking the first step to joining the world of the bloggers. I'm not sure I have anything worth actually reading, but if nothing else it'll give me a venue to vent my angers, share my thoughts and hopefully give me something to look back on in a years time and remember how I was feeling. Since having Charleigh in December 2009 and making the decision (which was difficult) to stay home and be a full time mom, I'm hoping I will have time to share not only the feelings, both good and bad that I've experienced and will continue to experience as a new mom, but to share the milestones and growth of Charleigh.