New Parent Transition

I remember being a new parent.  I remember how it feels to worry that any little decision will irrevocably harm the precious new life you are now fully in charge of.  I remember the frenzy Jack’s cry created in me, the overwhelming urge to OMGFIXITNOW.  I recall hovering nearby whenever anyone else held Jack in case he needed me.  It all felt like a weird dream and the role change was so jarring that I could hardly remember what I did prior to having Jack.

Ewokmama and newborn Jackonaut

I visited a co-worker and her newborn baby Sunday.  She and her baby are trying to figure out breastfeeding and she didn’t feel comfortable going to her midwife with her questions.  I gave her some tips but mostly I just tried to be reassuring.  I think one of the most important things to hear as a new parent is that you are doing everything as you should be!  At one point she asked me incredulously if I really wanted to go through all of it again.  I laughed and said it’s taken me three and a half years to be ready to do it again (and I’m not even quite ready now).  I do recall being in her place and wondering why in the hell anyone had a second child.  I doubt there is anything so humbling as becoming a parent and realizing that all of the things you filled your life with pre-baby are now completely unimportant and alien.

I liked sitting on the other side of the fence and realizing how much has changed in my outlook since Jack was born.  There are so many things that being a new parent taught me, and I really think things will be a little less overwhelming that second time around because:

  • When I have that second child, I will already be a mom.  I will have to stretch my identity a bit to “mom of two” but the much larger non-mom–>mom shift has already happened.
  • I now know that babies cry, as opposed to I am screwing something up and making my baby cry.
  • I know that when you’re in the trenches it seems like you’ll never get out, but that things will change in an hour, a day, or a week.  Change is constant and with each change, you learn to handle things with a little bit more grace.
  • I am quite aware that things always seem worse when hormones are involved and things get better once the hormones calm down.
  • I am confident that the baby knows even less than I do!

I have a lot of parents reading my blog who are removed enough from that newborn period to have figured a lot of this out, as well.  Some of you have second (or more) children and may have some things to add – please comment and let me know what conclusions you have come to about your journey into parenthood! I can’t think of a day that has gone by since Jack came into my life that I didn’t think about what becoming a parent is all about.

A baby, a boy and a horse

We’ve been out of town for a few days of well-deserved relaxation.  We are all more or less recovered from our illnesses, so we headed to Butte County Saturday to see some friends who were visiting from Humboldt.  We stayed in Paradise and, contrary to what one might expect, there are no palm trees there but it all makes more sense when you know that the town derived its name from a love of gambling (“pair-o-dice”).

We visited with Melissa and Christian and their adorable two month old Harmony (who in my opinion is a mini carbon copy of her mama).  Christian interviewed for two jobs this weekend so hopefully the trio will be moving three hours closer to us this summer.  We have our fingers crossed!

And here’s another picture of Harmony ’cause everyone loves babies, right?

 

Yesterday we took our time getting home, first driving up into the mountains to catch some barely-there snow and see the gushing waterfalls.  It was all very majestic and made me want to move so that I could look out every morning and see the landscape decorated with Buttes.  Then I remembered I’m not a nature girl and the urge passed.

We had lunch in Chico and then let Jack run around in Bidwell Park since he was so patient with all of the driving we were doing.  He had a grand time poking in the dirt with a stick, examining leaves and acorns (“aaayCORN!” he shouted), and running down the trail.  We met up with a woman riding a kid-friendly horse and she stopped so that Jack could pet him.  He was quite humbled by the experience, a much different reaction than we were expecting considering how he mauls our poor cat at home.  He did reach out and pet the horse’s face but quickly withdrew.

Jack watched silently as the horse trotted away.  Shortly thereafter we saw the horse passing by on a parallel trail, and Jack quietly called “Bye-bye!” and waved.  Later when reading one of his animal books he saw a horse and said bye-bye again; apparently he has learned a new respect for large animals and prefers them to be far enough to wave bye-bye.