Days Like This

Oh sweet baby Jesus. I forgot how hard this is.

Anyone who has had a baby will be quick to tell you how hard it is in the beginning, but much like the pains of labor fade (and they do, trust me, you DO NOT remember how shitty that part is), you don’t actually remember how hard it is until you’re in the thick of it.

But I’m here now, and I’m going to tell you, it is hard.

Your body hurts in ways you didn’t even know it could. Your brain is absolute mush. You are more tired than you’ve ever been. And on top of it, you are basically trying to solve a human Rubik’s cube with a very loud alarm that tells you over and over you are doing it wrong.

Even if you’ve already done this before, it’s all new again. Everything is different. Things that worked for your other babies doesn’t work. Or you’ve just forgotten (damn you Moby for making me relearn how to do fabric origami with a 15 foot piece of cloth on no sleep!). Or maybe some things are even easier. But regardless, everything is different.

Well everything except one thing: This is hard.

But here’s the thing. Some days the hard will be too much, or at least it will feel like too much. Some days the tears will outnumber the smiles. Some days all you will do is sit in dirty pajamas and nurse, shush and rock your way from sunrise to sunset, while your messy house, greasy hair, and smelly breath taunt you.

Other days, though, you will get up and get out and feel alive again.

Now there’s no balance to these days, and it may feel like the scales are heavily tipped in the wrong direction. But eventually it will even out, and even further down the line, the scales will tip the other way.

So from one mama in the trenches to any one else out there, sitting in dirty pajamas dreaming of a shower, a cinnamon roll, and about 97 hours of consecutive sleep, I am here to remind you that we will get through this part, too.

And in the mean time, I will be available for Twitter chat or Facebook messenger tonight, and every night for the foreseeable future from the hours of 10:30pm to 1am, when I hand our newest Rubik’s cube over to his daddy with strict instructions to not wake me unless the house is on fire.

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9 comments

  1. Hope you get at least a few consecutive hours of sleep, even if you don’t manage 97 hours 😂 Hopefully we’ll all see more of you soon!

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  2. I’m still trying to recover from becoming a mom 23 months ago. hah! I never thought the lack of sleep would be so hard! Hang in there momma! It is just a season, a tough as hell season but it will pass as you know! Sending sleeping baby/mommy vibes your way!

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  3. Ugh… been there and each time back I dreaded it even more… thank god it gets better and yes, we definitely look back and somehow it doesn’t seem as bad as when we were stuck in it. Well, of course it doesn’t, cause we’re not stuck there anymore!!! Hats off to you, I hope you have plenty of chocolate to keep you going, and I will pray for you like I used to pray for myself… for at least 2 hours of sleep in a row… more if you can get it 🙂

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