Okay so the first 2 months with a newborn were mental mayhem. Hi, we’re jumping right into things. I will dive further into this combination of words, “mental mayhem.” I just did not know what was going on. Things were easy but they were also extremely hard. That part I might not be able to explain. First off, I of course got our nursery wall together months in advance. I wanted everything to be organized and ready for me once I came home with this new life. And not only organized, but pretty. This adorable wall you’ll see below is in our bedroom so that room is full to the brim. We love it though, truly. ( * searches zillow for bigger house * ) Back to the mayhem. It’s like, when you’re in the hospital, you learn how to properly feed, change, bathe and hold a brand new baby. So you come home and keep on doing those things which are essentially, easy. Instinct kicks in and you just keep doing stuff you didn’t know you knew. But you’re also so tired and not sure why the days are going so fast when you’re doing so much nothing. In all honesty it took me that first 2 months entirely to start to feel human again. 6 weeks is in no way a long enough maternity leave. Yes, I know I work for myself but that was the amount of time I thought I would need and planned for. That plan quickly changed. In fact, I think I’m still technically, partially on maternity leave. I literally don’t know how anyone isn’t even if they do go back to work because when you get home, you don’t have time for anything else. You also don’t want to be doing anything else. These babies cast magic spells on you and you only want to stare at them, hold them, smell them and talk like an insane person to them.
I fell in love with my baby around 9-10 weeks. He stopped scaring me and stopped appearing so fragile. He started smiling and cooing. He smells delicious and I have to actively stop myself from sniffing him. But before that time I was like, we don’t really know each other yet. I’m not one of those women who falls in love with her baby while he’s in the womb or even when they throw him on top of you 6 seconds after he pops out. I need to get to know them first. Although, I do feel like with the second it will be different. Less fearful more welcoming to a familiar journey. I’ll admit I was in total shock the day I went into labor and for over a month after. But now I’m a seasoned vet, I think. I’ll let you know how I feel one day in the future after baby number 2 arrives to see if my prediction was correct. This has just officially turned into the ramblings of a new mom but I’m going to let it be and let it happen. It’s raw and that’s kind of cool to look back on one day. Or maybe I’ll regret it… We’ll find out then.
So below are the photos of Mr. Moon’s nursery wall where his crib lives that he still doesn’t sleep in yet because my husband and I are loving having him in the dock-a-tot, on the bed, in between us. Excellent for our marriage. One day things will be normal again.
Enjoy and thanks for reading xo
Dad’s in charge of the hair, officially and unofficially. I happily handed off that job. Also, who is that completely grown up person CLAIMING to be 3 months old? I just don’t know. Time, chill out.