Being a mom, I learn something new everyday. For example, yes, it does matter if baby’s diapers are on well. Cleaning poop off of her, her onesie, and let’s not forget the swing, is not fun.
It may not always be fun but it is always an adventure learning with my baby girl. It’s been amazing watching her grow. She really does change a little every day. She can do more now than she could a week ago. And don’t get me started on how different she is from the last time I wrote a “Tips From A First Time Mom” post (which you can find by clicking HERE).
Her needs are different now. So is my ability and capacity to meet them. I know her better. I’m more confident. I really feel like I’m getting the hang of this. Do I still have a lot to learn? Heck yes, I do! But, for now, I’m going to share what I’ve learned in the last month.
Here are my Tips From A First Time Mom: Two Months In
I’m tired more often than I’m not. I’ve come to accept that this is my new life. More than accept it, I’m learning to thrive in my new role as “Norah’s mom”. I’m balancing spending time with my baby, hubby, cleaning my house, (slowly) going back to work, and still hanging out with friends a couple hours here and there.
But, even though my life is going great, there is one aspect of my old pre-mama life that I miss.
I miss my me time.
So, I’ve decided to start making me a priority again. Here’s what I’m doing to get mama some much needed me time!
Is this a thing? Or, am I the only one struggling through week 9 of my baby’s life? Because let me tell you, these last few days have been a real doozy!
My little Norah went from a happy, quiet, content little angel (I even called her my “angel baby”) to a fussy, hard to settle little bundle of tears (we may or may not have started calling her “devil baby” it’s gotten so bad!).
Her schedule has been thrown off completely, and she spends more time crying when she’s awake than anything else. She has been waking up much more frequently at night (up from once a night to three times a night) and her naps have been short and sporadic.
I have a theory about what’s causing this little regression. Hear me out and please, if any other parents out there have any experience with this, please let me know I’m not alone!
I’ve been back at work for a total of 12 hours. Twelve hours accumulated over three days spread out across a week and a half. It’s not a lot, I know. I’m transitioning back to work slowly. I’ll be going back full time in the beginning of May.
But, still! I hate being away from my baby. Twelve hours might as well be 12,000! The prospect of being gone ten hours a day, five days a week is weighing on me big time.
I’m not worried about how she’ll handle it. She has her daddy who will be staying home with her. She’ll be fine.
I spent the day hanging out with my baby. Hanging out. Not waiting for nap time to roll around. Not putting her in her swing, hoping she would entertain herself long enough for me to get some stuff done around the house.
I actually hung out with her.
And it was amazing! I actually started doing this last week when I read about what she would be learning during her second leap (yes, I’m on the Leap thing again. I’m telling you. Wonder Weeks. It will change your life!). And, since I’m going to be going back to work full-time soon, I’ve decided to make it a weekly tradition. A way for me to soak up every adorable little bit of my baby girl.
I’m officially two months into this mothering thing! There were days I really didn’t know if I’d make it. But, we’re here! My baby girl is growing, learning, and turning into such an adorable, fun baby right before my eyes.
We went to meet the Easter Bunny yesterday. Something about dressing Norah up and taking her out to get her picture taken made me feel like a real parent. It’s one of those things that parents do. So is waking up at 4:00am to feed her, and changing her diapers, and reading to her, and all the other things my hubby and I do everyday. But, there was something about taking her to meet the Easter Bunny that made me sit back and think, “wow, I’m a mom.”