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Things I Had Forgotten
The old saw that people trot out when you're knocked up with any child that isn't your first is that nature makes you forget the savage pain of childbirth, the misery of the early months and all the difficult parts of having an infant because this amnesia is necessary for the survival of the species.
Perhaps this is the case. I write this from behind a migraine haze surely triggered by not sleeping enough. I do remember what this was like, though. I have not forgotten. It is absolutely easy for me to recall the absolute dread I had of evenings when the Felix was very young. Just contemplating bedtime made me want to weep since I knew the night would just stretch on and on and I'd catch naps between these bouts of dealing with an impatient seemingly unpleasable kid.
The song remains the same and I have a new infant who also suffers from the nighttime cranks. I only wish I had figured out decent coping mechanisms because what I do these days is completely not useful. On Friday I stumbled into a pharmacy and bought "Gripe Water" in spite of the fact that my kid isn't gassy or colicky. I have eaten my (quite substantial in this postpartum moment) weight in malted milk balls and Good n' Plenty because that's the kind of cuisine I turn to when things get this way.
Please don't tell me to embrace complex carbohydrates, my candy fetish, as guilty as it makes me feel, is one of the few pleasures I'm permitted right now (I'm still under the post-baby 6-week fun moratorium).
So while I absolutely remember the panicky haze of this exhaustion, what I can't recall is how long it lasts.
Please remind me. Surely it can't persist through the summer. Surely this kid will get his days and nights straight. Surely I'm not deluding myself with this hope.
posted by Elise at 4:58 AM
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not a mom, so can't help with advice, but I feel bad that no one has commented. surely, this too will pass!
5/09/2007 1:36 PM
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It does pass!!! It does, don't stress. There will come a day when you will wake up after four or five hours and worry because Sebastian hasn't cried. That's when you know you've turned a corner. Good luck!
5/10/2007 2:10 PM
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It passes and one day you'll look back and say, "Oh wow, those years were easy!" You'll look back and remember the great times and the sleepless nights will all be distant moments in your past that you barely ever think about!
I had my son when I was in college and now, I look back and think, how did I ever graduate in four years? I really don't remember much from the first two years of his life (Algebra, Basic English, Science) but I graduated with a fantastic little boy by my side and that made all of the difference.
Keep your chin up! Sounds like you're a fantastic mom! :-)
5/11/2007 12:54 PM
Elise said...
Thank you so much, everyone. I've been working on solutions and, given the fact that I have a two-ish kid running around as well, I should always keep in mind that sleeplessness, while a pain, is nothing compared to the deeper negotiations.
5/12/2007 10:34 AM
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