Since our son was born eight weeks ago, I’ve tried to write a coherent blog post at least half a dozen times.
But as any parent will tell you, mothering a newborn is exhausting. Between around-the-clock breastfeeding, evening fussiness and a lot less sleep than I need, I’m lacking the physical and mental capacity to write a meaningful post.
Plus, I like my blog posts to have tangible takeaways, to highlight lessons even in the midst of chaos… and I’m not quite there yet. I’m still sorting through all sorts of questions:
How will I balance taking care of this little guy with my work?
Where does this new title of Mother fit in with my self-identity?
What will the next few years of my life look like?
How will I integrate this new life into my old one?
Why is the baby crying and when did we last feed him and did I pump enough for tonight’s feed and where’s the binkie he likes and do you think he’s dressed in enough layers and where is that Amazon order of diapers and when might I have time to feed and bathe MYSELF?
And OMG did you SEE that ADORABLE smile?!
In these sleep-deprived, zombie-like days, the practical questions have been our focus, ones that help us get through this second, this minute, this hour. But my head is also swimming with lots of bigger questions about how all of these pieces will fit together going forward.
And so rather than try to make sense of it all, I’ll leave you with one of those pictures that says 1,000 words, an image that makes all the 3 a.m. feedings worth it…
Our Twitter baby =)