Oh Heavens I had forgotten what life with a newborn is like; squishy, lovely, surreal, euphoric, heavenly...I love him oh so much, he is a new part of my world that was previously made of his father and his sister. They are everything.
But then there's also all the really, really hard stuff.
Like spending my time at home wandering around with one or both breasts out of at least my bra if not my bra and top, or forgetting how long it's been since I last washed my hair (I think I'm on day eight...yes, I repulse myself).
Looking back to my pregnancy, especially the last few weeks, I foolishly thought that this would be the easy bit, that carrying him was hard and it would all be smooth sailing so long as we were both healthy after birth. How very wrong I was.
Sure, it hurt to get in the shower, but I managed it, I had time for it and I definitely never forgot how long it had been since I did it. In those last weeks I lived in leggings and vest tops for comfort and make-up and I were basically estranged. Now my 'slap' is a distant memory and I'm still living in 'Jeremy Kyle-worthy' attire because it's the only thing I can breast feed in/hides baby and toddler sick/wee/poo/vomit/food...let's not even talk about the dust gathering on my GHDs.
Yesterday I even went to the registry office with breast milk on my top and baby wee on my leggings.
I recently turned to my good friend who's eldest is Moo's age and youngest just turned a year, I told her that I didn't know how I was ever going to get anywhere ever again. She laughed and reassured me that it did get easier...but I was relieved that the fact I've tuned into Godzilla-Mummy was totally normal (at least he thought so).
Don't get me wrong, I love, love, love my children. They are all I have ever wanted...I just had no clue it would be so hard having a newborn in the house again, or rather, trying to slot a newborn into our lives.
Also...is it normal for a two-week-old baby to guff this much?!
Labels: Baby, family, life, newborn