They say the first few months of new motherhood are a rollercoaster. Whoever “they” are, I concur. It’s mostly a rollercoaster where it’s fun for the first few times, then you wonder why on earth you ever decided to climb aboard, then you really regret the hot dog you had for lunch.
Occasionally you want to get off.
And you really don’t want to get caught on camera with a terrified look on your face amid the beams of those around you.
But the more you ride the rollercoaster, the more you begin to anticipate the twists and turns, and the track’s leaps and loops begin to feel familiar. You can hold down your lunch, you feel more and more comforted by how snug the safety bar is into your chest, and little by little, you can relax, throw up your hands and enjoy the ride.
But no matter what happens you never get to sleep…
Veggie Baby will be three months old in a matter of days. I’m told the first three months are the hardest, and sometimes it’s that thought I’ve repeated over and over when I’m so tired at 3am I’m on the floor in her room, strategically covered in baby blankets with a cat trying to paw at my face and a baby that just can’t quite get the hang of sleeping in her cot yet. Three months… things will be better by three months.
I’m pleased to say she’s an awesome kid. She’s happy, eats well, sleeps reasonably, smiles at everyone and generally is delightful. She’s growing every day and doing things that babies do. And whether things “get better” after this week or not, I’ve had one hell of a ride. With a great companion.
|I was totally not lying about the cat.|