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.

On why I'm a working parent

I hated maternity leave.  I worked up until I was 38.5 weeks pregnant and then I finally gave in and took time off due to late pregnancy fatigue.  Jack was quite overdue, so my leave ended up being quite a bit longer than I had planned (those extra 11 days seemed like forever).  While I waited for signs of impending labor, signs that did not come, I e-mailed my co-workers nearly every day to get work news; most of them would tell me nothing except, “Enjoy your time off!”  I checked my work email from home, responding when I could.  I would have gladly taken things home with me if I did not have a temp at work that was easily keeping up on the workload by herself.

Being around other people is vital to my mental health.  That is something I’ve learned to understand and respect about myself as I’ve grown older and as I’ve learned how to manage and avoid depression.  In isolation I drive myself crazy with my constantly racing thoughts; work related projects energize me and give my mind a direction and my thoughts a purpose.  Maternity leave was like being strapped into a straight jacket and locked in a white cell for days on end – I could not wait to get out.

The first two weeks after Jack was born were difficult for me, full of nursing troubles, cat naps, and getting exercise to ward off the baby blues.  We had some visitors, including Joe’s parents, to break up the days.  Joe went back to work two weeks after Jack was born, the same day his parents returned to Wisconsin, and except for brief visits from family and friends, I was left alone with my newborn.  By the time Jack was a month old, everyone I knew had returned to their regularly scheduled life.  I quickly went stir-crazy.

I see this happening with other new moms and yet I’m helpless in the face of their loneliness.  I still have no notion as to how to avoid the isolation of the post partum time.  Looking back now, returning to work when Jack was 6 weeks old seems really early but I remember all too well how those days dragged on while I waited for Joe to get home and take over.  There was nothing to keep me sane except for the breastfeeding support group that I attended for two hours each week.  I loved that group for getting me out of the house, but I made no friends there.  I returned home after the session every week only slightly less lonely.

I did not have a child so that I could stick him in daycare for someone else to raise, yet I cannot be a stay-at-home parent, as I have neither the money nor the mental capacity to withstand it.  Perhaps in a different time or place, I could have done it.  Because in my view, not only does it take a village to raise a child, but it takes a tightly-knit community to support parents.

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By the way, it’s national delurk day!  Please leave a comment to let me know you’re out there.  It doesn’t have to be related to this post, but I’d love to hear your thoughts if you have something to add!