Wednesday, August 25, 2010

One Day At A Time

There is no “me” in baby.

Trust me, I’ve looked – again and again.

Remember the days when you could walk into the house, go to the bathroom, wash your hands, get something to eat, sit down, relax….

Gone. Because now – it’s all about baby. Not like all life-consuming about baby but if you are nursing that baby chances are you now walk in the house with a screaming baby who is ready to eat like 10 minutes ago and your boobs were ready to feed like 10 minutes ago which means they are squirting everywhere like lawn sprinklers that set off unexpectedly right as you walk by and even though you need to wash your hands or go to the bathroom it’s… gonna have to wait.

Until – you feed the baby, burp the baby, feed the baby, change the baby then soothe the baby again.

Repeat, as needed.

Which reminds me – I’m pretty sure I’ve eaten poop at some time during the last 4 weeks. Who has time to wash their hands after changing the baby? Even if you did, where would you put the baby? And, what is it about changing a diaper that makes a kid go from milk coma to ALL SIRENS BLAZING in less than the peel of a Velcro diaper tab? Putting a clean diaper on hardly calms them down. It’s not until they are back in your arms (likely wanting to feed again) that they stop crying. At this point you are crying too because you realized that you haven’t washed your hands. At all. All day. Maybe not for the past month.

Nursing is draining. I know I’ve said that it’s hard but I want to just reiterate for my own mental health – it’s really, really hard. Being pregnant is uncomfortable. Nursing is downright painful. Today my boobs just ache. Maybe they are filling with milk, maybe they are just tired. I don’t know. They don’t talk to me anymore. Expectedly, some days I just need a break. I need to go through a few hours where something is not latched on to my chest. I just want my body to be my own again.

And I know that sounds selfish. Of course it does! Who isn’t from time to time. Sometimes I just want to take care of me before I take care of baby. That means, go to the bathroom when I have to – not when I finally have time (good news is that my bladder made it through pregnancy 100% in tact). I want to eat when I wake up – not an hour later. I want to drink a glass of water when I’m thirsty, not when I have a free hand. What I want, though, doesn’t really matter anymore. I knew that getting into this. Living it every day, though, is the hard part.

All of this explains why for the better part of this afternoon I’ve been walking around in a jog bra and underwear. Oh I started the day in a dress. And then, the baby shat all over that dress. Then I realized – why not just take the dress completely out of the loop. Who needs more laundry? Besides, I’m pulling down the jog bra every 2 hours to feed the little meat sack. Why not go completely tribal and half naked?

It would be safe to say that you should never just drop by my house – in case you were in the neighborhood.

As long as we are talking about things on my body, let's talk about two things I made it through pregnancy without:

Stretch marks and hemorrhoids. I know – miraculous. Hate me and my ass. Go ahead. But I credit it to one thing (actually two): two tablespoons of ground flax seed in my oatmeal every day. You and your ass can thank me later for that piece of advice.

However, stretch marks are finally making an appearance. On, you got it – my chest. Just when you thought childbirth couldn’t possibly leave one more mark on your body (as if the 6 inch scar wasn’t enough?), you wake up and see red squiggly lines all over your chest. I suppose this is what happens when you go from nothing to a whole lotta something. But I think I finally understand why you would pay money for new boobs. I told my husband I have permission to buy myself a new set. He just nods his head now. Really, don’t argue with a woman post-partum. She can pull cards, mister, that will never EVER be in your deck.

I thought about buying a fancy cream to make the stretch marks go away but did some research and found out – gasp – fancy creams are bullshit. So is just about any other old wives tale on how to get rid of them. The only thing that works is…let’s see – don’t get pregnant? Scratch that off the options list.

By the time Chris came home, I had put on a new dress. We were sitting on the couch, I was feeding a particularly fussy Max. I’m so sick of seeing my naked chest. As much as you are sick of hearing about it. I bet even my husband is sick of seeing it too. If he kept pulling his meat whistle out I think at a certain point I would just beg him to put it away. But the baby must be fed so the chest must be revealed. Max was doing a move I call “the hen peck”. Imagine a hen pecking all over your chest. It’s not that the boobs are small. How can he NOT see them? A few minutes into it I feel something warm. I touch Max’s clothes and they seem dry. Strange. Then a few minutes later I stand up to realize that warm wet feeling was poopy running all down my dress.

I’ve been shizzled. Again. Second time in one day.

Sigh.

The next day I didn’t even bother getting dressed (so to speak). I walked around in workout clothes. I decided to do another solo trip (after Monday – really, why!?) to three stores. Ambitious, I know. But I always said – dream big. We made it through BuyBuyBaby without a peep. Drove across town to get me a new swimsuit from Keifer (almost as good as swimming is buying a new swimsuit in preparation for my return to swimming – YAY!). Back in the car, a mere 40 minutes since we left home, it happens. The eruption of Mt. Max. Why – I don’t know. But he’s bright red, screaming and inconsolable. No amount of shushing, pacifying or asking him politely to PIPE DOWN ALREADY seems to soothe him.

So, I decide to sit in the backseat and feed him. Good solution except that the car is sitting smack in the sun. The car keeps getting hotter and for some reason the feeding is not calming Max down. He keeps pulling on and off of me, exposing the better half of my chest to the parking lot. I must have been having a fierce letdown because after one pull off, I realize I am literally hosing my child down in milk. He is dripping with milk – in his eyes, all over his face. So much for the bath this morning. I am covered in milk. I have nothing to wipe it up with except his onesie that I took off of him because he felt hot. So much for dressing the child.

He was still crying after feeding but I decided to keep going. I can’t quit. I said we were going to 3 stores and dammit WE ARE GOING TO THREE STORES. The last store was Lululemon. He quiets down on the way there but as soon as I park he starts crying again. So we had a talk.

Listen, kid, I am not going to be one of those crazy women trapped inside my house for fear that every time we leave you’ll scream so you might as well pull up your big boy pants, buck up and deal with the fact that you are going to be an on the go outdoor baby LIKE IT OR NOT.

He quieted down. And we went to Lululemon. Where he started to cry again. But at this point, I considered the trip a victory because we made it to all three stores.

I went home exhausted. It was only 11:30 am. We had been up since 4:17 am which Max feels is an appropriate time to start the day (I disagree). I couldn’t sleep last night because I couldn’t sleep. No idea why. You’d think I could fall asleep standing up at this point but for some reason – I’m wired. I have no idea what is going on with my body at this point and even less idea what I’m doing with this kid. I’m walking through all of this with my eyes closed. The only way I learn is to walk into a wall. Which seems to me like a good metaphor for parenting.

But I must be doing something right. On Wednesday we went to Max’s 4-week check up. As much as I don’t necessarily enjoy nursing, it seems to be working. Max weighed in at 9 pounds, 8 ounces. He’s gained almost 3 pounds since he left the hospital!

(you’d think for every pound he gains I might lose a pound…right….RIGHT!?!?! – no.)

He is meeting his “milestones” – holding eye contract, grasping my finger when I put it by his hand, smiling and making lots of poopy diapers each day. I had a lot of questions for the doctor and got a lot of good answers. I told him Max was feeding every 2 hours – the doctor asked me how I was surviving (on small but consistent nighttime naps thank you). I asked why he got so fussy while pooping (it’s unreal – it looks like he’s trying to squeeze and elephant out of his ass and then you see what’s in the diaper and think – all that drama for THIS!?!). It’s totally normal for an infant to get red and fussy when pooping. Then again, it’s totally normal for some adults too. The doctor then warned me that in 4 weeks the appointment won’t be nearly as pleasant because Max will get a bunch of shots.

Remind me to self-medicate with LOTS of coffee before that appointment.

Life with Max marches on. Each day sometimes feels like eternity but everyone is right – it is going by very fast. The other day he mastered holding his head up for short periods of time and before you know it he’ll be running crazy laps in the field with Boss. Sometimes I imagine him older and can’t wait until he can interact with me and talk. But then again – kids can get pretty loud and sassy so I’m just going to enjoy him this small and quiet, one day at a time, while I can.

8 comments:

Molly said...

You're doing a bang-up job selling abstinence today, you know? It's a good thing he's so damn cute :-) Coincidentally this post is missing the mandatory cute Max photo.

Ange said...

oh....I am reliving memories of my babies through you. I didn't take time to write out all the feelings and "stories" back during those years. You will be happy to go back adn read this ...soon. It is SUCH a hard hard stage you are in...but it does go very very fast even though some days are so long. I'm sending my babies off to 5th, 3rd, and 1st grades tomorrow.
Hang in there..you're doing a Great job.

LZ said...

Thank you for your enjoyable posts. They make me feel so much better in my postpartum madness. I was reading your post to my husband and his comment about you walking around in your bra and underwear was "at least she wears a bra!" For as much feeding that goes on, it is so much easier to forgo it!

Katie said...

Hang in there! I'm sure I'll be sympathizing with you soon enough.

K.Michele said...

Meat whistle? Seriously? Did you make that up or is it some sort of midwestern term? Also, you left out the most important part of the story: did you get anything at lululemon??

Chris said...

I think mama is due to go to the spa for a couple of hours. As a father of two wild-ass boys, all I can tell you is to hang in there, it (quality of life) gets better in a couple of weeks usually around weeks 6-8. Don't know why, but I found with both of my kids that the first two months were especially rough. Then the little boob chomper starts interacting with you more, and it all seems worth it.

Lorraine Palizza said...

Oh how I love reading your blog bc it reminds me that babies are gonna be babies. Sometimes I talk to moms who pretend none of this stuff happens. Their baby never cries, always sleeps, and is P-E-R-F-E-C-T!! Listen, either they are all full of shit or they are lacing their baby's bottles with tranquilizers. All I can say is that it does get easier, even though it's still pretty damn hard. In fact I thought month 3 was going to be the death of me. Month 4 is on it's way to improvement....slowly. But every day is a new challenge. Just stay honest and you'll be AOK!!!

stephbateman said...

I've been following your blog for about 6 months now and tonight was the first time I wanted to comment! My husband and I know Jen Harrison so found your blog through her. We have an 11 month old and so reading this brings back so many memories over the past year and during my pregnancy. You write really well and I love your humor.

First I have to say...doesn't it feel great to pee again?? I laughed so much reading your posts during your pregnancy with the complaints of the frequent peeing. And I had the exact same problem when my baby was about 1 month of not being able to sleep. I think its because we are so sleep deprived that our bodies function on adrenaline and its hard to settle down to sleep between feedings...which is so frustrating.

Hang in there...the nursing gets easier and its worth it. I liked the medela bra pads with a nursing bra to avoid milk messes if you are looking for an alternative to the sports bras.

The days seem so long sometimes but the weeks and months do fly by. You are doing great and your confidence in being a mom will improve every week. Max is super adorable! Thanks for sharing your story...I've loved reading it.