Chronicles of a New Mum: Valentine’s Day, Interrupted
I live in leggings. A burp cloth is an “accessory.” My boobs are always out, and not in a sexy way. (When your husband sees you pumping while wearing a hands-free bra, romance has pretty much gone out the window.)
It's about as glamorous as it sounds.
I’ve never been one to make a big deal about V-day (except the year my boyfriend -now husband - bought me an iPod Nano when I was certain he was going to propose… but that’s a story for another time.) This year, we planned to cook a nice dinner, open up a bottle of wine, and stay awake for at least the opening credits of a movie. I even changed out of my pajamas and dried my hair. Babies sometimes sleep, right? We could totally pull this off.
But of course our little one had other plans. The pop of the wine cork was her signal to do everything in her power to prevent us from having food… and drinks… at a table… together.
I tried all of my tricks to get her to snooze. But nothing made those overtired eyes even shut for a moment. (Seriously, why is my living room full of ridiculous looking swings and seats if none of them work?) My sweet husband cooked while I paced the house with a fussy baby who was only content if she (and I) were in a constant state of motion. I didn’t want all of his hard work to go to waste, but our dinner date was not in the cards. So he ate in Shift One while scrolling through Twitter on his phone. Then I handed off the baby and ate to a soundtrack of screams while he resumed rocking.
When she finally succumbed to sleep, so did we. I honestly don’t even remember my head hitting the pillow. Super romantic, right?
Don’t get me wrong; we’re over the moon about this little gal. And when she does sleep, all I want to do is stare at her sweet face instead of doing anything else. In the whole scheme of things, this newborn phase is only going to be a blip on the radar. And I’ll miss it (well, most of it). There will eventually be a Valentine’s Day where we can eat our dinner together. But in the meantime, I’m learning that this is what love is when you’re new, sleep-deprived parents.
- Taking at least 300 pictures of her smiling.
- Feeling like a long, hot shower is truly a gift.
- Getting a bouquet of grocery store flowers. And having a husband that does the food shopping so I can take a nap.
- Spending evenings rocking my baby to sleep while standing (she always knows when I dare to sit down) as I watch a home makeover show without the volume.
- My equally tired husband taking the 1am feeding so I can get six hours of sleep in a row instead of three.
- Sharing our room with a tiny person that grunts and snores like a rhinoceros and then constantly checking to see that she’s still breathing when it’s actually quiet.
- Always faintly smelling like spit-up, but knowing my hubs wants to hug me anyways.
We’ll plan on getting a babysitter next year. I’ll be able to fit in normal pants by then.