Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Because those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days of early motherhood eventually become a thing of the past, just like sleep and your sanity.

When Kaylee was 2 weeks old or 2 months old, or heck - even 6 months old...when I was knee deep in my, "Really? I thought I could do this? I actually thought I was cut out to be a mom? When will I ever sleep again? I will never be able to function as a normal adult again - EVER." days...

...I wish back then I'd had a video clip of the future - a video clip of tonight - to play for myself on those early days that were filled with so much frustration. Those days when I couldn't look at Dennis without snapping something mean back at him, even if he hadn't said anything.

Tonight - I sat back and watched as my baby played with my mom and my dad. I just sat there and took it all in and watched in amazement at where we are at in our lives now.

I just welled up with pride at the things she's doing - talking in these cute little toddler sentences, pushing her dolls all over the house in a cardboard box, telling them, "Ready? Set? GO!" and then "All done!" when she's tired, putting together puzzles and coloring and painting, and showing affection - actually asking for hugs and "noses" (Eskimo kisses).

My once helpless skinny mini baby who just gurgled, smiled, ate, farted and crapped her pants all day is turning into this tiny little person with an extremely strong personality who occasionally makes an angry face at me while yelling garbled words that I can only guess to be some form of toddler profanity invented by another baby genius somewhere else in the world who passed it on to toddlers everywhere. Maybe they learn these toddler swear words (i.e. "MamaYOWado-doYOWnabuggaYOW!") by playing their Elmo DVD's backwards or something when we're not looking. I have no idea.

Anyway - to get back to my point - a night like tonight would have been a light at the end of the tunnel for me during those first few months when I battled the worst part of my depression. Maybe if I'd been able to see what it would be like - what our life would turn into - maybe if I'd seen that someday I would get the sparkle back in my eyes and I would experience joy and pride and contentment, that I would be able to laugh again - maybe it would have been a little easier.

Maybe I would have actually believed that it really would get better.

But, I didn't have a snapshot of my future, and I still turned out okay. And so did my kiddo.

Because, as hard as that time was, it ended.

The really, really horrendously sleepless nights and constant crankiness and persistent funk ended.

And if that's where you're at, yours will end, too. You'll reach a day where you look back, and the hard times won't seem quite so harsh. And it will be because you're strong and you're going to make it through. Even though it seems like the struggles of life right after a baby will never get better, they can - and they will.

Eventually, you'll be able to sleep again, you'll be able to laugh and to feel like yourself. There are different ways of getting to that place, but if you're willing to do what you need to do to take care of yourself, you'll get there.

And once you do, you'll wake up the next morning to pick Ranch dressing out of your kid's hair from the night before, but only after you stub your toe on a spare Mr. Potato head ear, arm, or hat. Then you'll proceed to eat a breakfast consisting of either Cheerios that went soggy because your kid took a monster dump right after you poured the milk, or once-delectable-looking scrambled eggs that are now cold because there was a toddler breakdown when the extremely overplayed Barney DVD began to skip.

You will then walk to the bathroom, and you'll imagine how amazing a 25 minute shower would be. You'll skip the shower because - well, who are we kidding? Do you really need an excuse to skip a shower? (You're a mom now - put in a headband and a ponytail and call it good.) You'll count to 10 v-e-r-y slowly, and then you'll jump right back into the chaos.

Because you are someone's mom. And even though it may not seem like what you signed up for in the first place, in so many ways, it's turned out to be even better.

15 comments:

Melissa, Multi-Tasking Mama said...

What a sweet post! I am so glad there is light at the end of your tunnel now- now on to the terrible two's LOL

Deb said...

okay, this is both powerful and hilarious. you need to expound on that whole toddler profanity bit in its own post. heck, it could be an entire stand up comedy routine.

but hilarity aside, your message of hope (which sounds cheesy, i know) is so spot on. it is SO hard to look at the big picture when you are in the middle of what feels like hell. i still need to remember your words even with my guys almost out the door.

this is definitely one of your "best of"'s.

Summer said...

Sera....this is why I love you.

So true, so real, and soooo incredibly well written! Love it.

And you forgot to mention....after awhile, you actually decide you want to do it all again.

lol!

hotpants™ said...

The realization set in for me when I realized I couldn't take showers every day. Now, when I take showers, it's like a joyous wonder of peace.

angie said...

This is so incredibly beautifully written AND true. All those phases have their end.....and it's so exciting to see your children grow and develope. And then you wish those days go by were back again. :)

I did tell you I moved, right?
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Kara said...

I could have written this. Except I didn't, you did, and it's spot on. I'm always blown away by moms with newborns who are so blissed out and things just fall back into place and they wonder 'when it's going to get hard'. I had so much anxiety and insomnia on top of regular newborn lack-of-sleep. Mine is almost 19 months now, and it's a new kind of exhaustion to be sure--BUT I feel like 'I did it! I'm doing it! Wooo!' Thank you so much for posting this. It really resounded with me!

Booklover1212 said...

BEAUTIFUL post!!! Thank you for sharing!

~ Jennifer
http://thetoyboxyears.blogspot.com

Kelli @ Gohn Crazy said...

What an amazing post. So very true to all of us. I can't believe a single mom who can't relate at least a little.

Jenners said...

Amen sister! Well said!

And I LOVED the line about playing the Elmo DVD backwards ... too funny!

Molly said...

I ADORE this post. So perfect and true.
Coop "swears" at me too. Kindof hilarious. :)

Mama Kat said...

I remember bringing home Maile and thinking there is no WAY we were going to make it to Kindergarten. I couldn't even wrap my mind around a month with that brand new screaming baby. I just took it one day at a time...it's all you can do. Thinking too far ahead was so frustrating for me.

Kimberly said...

Thank you so much for this beautiful post. I really needed a pick me up...some motivation to keep fighting today. PPD sucks...a lot. I hope to get to that end of the tunnel one day...I'll get there.
Thanks again for this great post

makemommygosomethingsomething said...

Thank you so much for this beautiful post. I really needed to hear this to help keep me fighting through the crap that is my day today. PPD sucks...a lot. Knowing that here is an end to the madness..eventually...give me strength to keep going. Thank you so much.

Laura said...

Thank you. Just when I thought I was "all better" some bad days bit me right in the butt. You will never know how much I needed to read this right now.

P said...

This post made me laigh out loud and then go totally ugly cry (while at work I might add lol). Absolutely LOVED it and it's so true :)

 
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