Back in 2006 I was at church and I met a nice young couple who had been married for less than a month. They had just recently moved to Muncie and I can't even remember how they ended up at church in Anderson. Now I know it was definitely a God-thing. Erin and I and our hubbies became fast friends. On paper we shouldn't have even become friends. They were newly married and I was about to pop with our first baby. We didn't share much in common. She was in medical school and I was about to be a stay at home mom. But all four of us just clicked. We started a wonderful friendship which was rich with laughter and talk about God and His plan for our lives.
I think what made our friendship so special to me was the timing of it. I was in the throws of new motherhood, feeling like an idiot, failure, you fill in the blank, whenever I didn't do something perfect. It was so nice to have a friend like Erin who would always offer a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on. She has always been wise beyond her years. And she would offer me perspective. Having a close couple we could hang out with who didn't have kids was wonderful because it reminded me that there was life outside of my new little baby.
And they were so patient with us. We took Preston with us wherever we went and he cried. A lot. We would put him to sleep at Erin and Chris' house and he would cry for like an hour, but Wes and I would just smile and say, "Oh he's fine." And then we would all start laughing. I still smile to myself thinking about it now. And they never said a word. They were so gracious!
Now in the next week or so (hopefully!) it's going to be Erin's turn to become a new mother. She and Chris are pregnant with a little girl. I though it would be fun to write a blog dedicated to her and any new mother written by someone who is a few years removed from all of the newness of having their first baby.
First thing I would say is whatever expectations you have right now of what it's going to be like, time to lower them a little bit. Whether it's expectations about having a certain type of birth or whether your baby will sleep through the night within the first week, try to remain flexible with things. I remember when I had Preston I knew for sure I wanted to breastfeed. Preston had other plans and wouldn't latch on no matter what I tried. In the end, I ended having to do things a bit differently than what I had expected. If I would have lowered my expectations or asked myself what I would do if things didn't work the way I expected,, the transition would have been a little bit easier on my psyche. I know this is so much easier to say than to do. You have nine months (and in most cases even longer) to dream about what things will be like and they don't usually include the bad stuff! Only the cooing and cuddling, certainly not the crying and spitting up!
Second is accept help from people, especially your husband. As a mom, it can feel very lonely. There are many times you're alone with the baby due to feedings and it can be hard. I can't explain why it feels this way, I just know it does. I remember giving Wes the evil eye while he was snoozing away and I was stuck getting up at 1 and at 4am. What I made sure to do was get Preston used to taking a bottle once a day so that I could get a break and so that Preston could also get used to having someone besides me feed him. This allowed me to go out with friends and not have to worry about getting back so quick. I also made sure to not take all the burden of caring for the baby onto myself. Thankfully, I had Wes who with Preston was usually taking him away from me so that he could care for him. I know not everyone has that so I would just say try to include your husband in things so he doesn't feel left out and so that he will know how to help when you need it. Accept help from your friends as well. I remember my friend Kelly coming over with her baby and just watching Preston so I could get some sleep. My cousin Shontel also came over to clean my house and watch my kids so I could get away! How sweet were they???
Third is trust your instincts. You will have MANY people giving you advice or telling you what they used to feed their child back in 1942. People are just trying to be helpful but at least for me, their "help" normally added more anxiety to me. I kinda wish I had a big red Staple button that I could push whenever someone made a comment I don't like and say "Rrrr....not helpful." and then they would fall down a trap door or something. A girl can dream. But seriously when it comes down to it, you need to do what you think is best for your baby. God made you your baby's mama. When Preston was born, he was incredibly skinny. If you've seen Preston at almost 6 years old, you will notice one thing about him; he is incredibly skinny. That's just who he is but you wouldn't believe how long I agonized about his skinniness due to people's comments. I began thinking that it was a problem with me and the way I was feeding him.
Fourth, find three or so people in your life who you can trust and ask them your questions. I always asked my mom questions because she had raised 4 children so I figured she knew how to do it. If you open yourself up to 20 different people's opinions you can pretty much plan that you will get 20 differing opinions. This can be so hard. I try to find people who I trust and admire and ask them my questions. I also like to find two or three authors that really resonate with me and read their books. A great book is First Time Mom by Kevin Leman. Lots of great stuff in that book.
Lastly, pray pray pray. Pray for yourself and your recovery both physically and emotionally. Pray for your husband as he transitions from being your #1 guy to being at times an afterthought. Pray for your baby that he or she will grow up healthy and live a life that follows God.
I know I have just scratched the surface so I would love for some other "seasoned mom's" to add to the comments other additional ideas you would give a new mom!
Good luck Erin and Chris with the new baby (whenever she may choose to come)! You will make great parents. Wish I was out there with you!