Here we are, one day before my special day, Mother's Day. It's official. Dylan has turned this gal, once a solid brick wall of emotions, into a pile of mush. I'm actually looking forward to Mother's Day. Geez!
As my life has changed quite a bit from this time last year (when I thought I was giving up and sacrificing a lot for pregnancy), I quite often contemplate this whole motherhood thing. None of us truly know what we're getting into when we're having kids, but I'm definitely surprised at how's it's changed me, changed perception and keeps me constantly exhausted. So, I decided to share some of my thoughts on it all.
1) It's not kids that age you and give you gray hairs (like my Mom always told me), it's lack of sleep. Now, Dylan's a pretty darned good sleeper so there's not a lot I can complain about there. But, one thing he's consistent about it getting up at 6 am. That's never been my favorite time of the day. I'm naturally a night person and, though I honestly try on a daily basis, getting to sleep before 11 just doesn't happen for me. 7 hours of sleep isn't so bad....except that I rarely get more than that and often get less. The downside to having kids in your 30s is that you need more sleep than you did in your 20s. The cumulative effect of not ever getting enough sleep is what I think slowly kills you. An
article even came out this week that supports my theory. So, my skin is all of a sudden starting to look 33 years old and I found my first gray hair a couple of weeks ago. Very traumatic.
2) Being a working mother is SO not equal to being a working father. I naively thought that having a spouse at home, no matter if it's the mother or father, and the other at work would be 6 or one have dozen.....ie, no difference. How wrong I was! Now, I cannot stress enough how great Mike is as a stay at home Dad. Not only is he ridiculously wonderful and patient with Dylan, he manages to get all our errands done, keep the house tidy (enough) and keep us all fed well. And he does this happily and comfortably, even though he's in a non conventional role that many men wouldn't be manly enough to accept. He's a much better stay at home parent then I could ever be.
Now, I've got it pretty good seeing as how he takes care of us so well. But, it's still pretty tough to be a working mother. While the transition to work went better then I thought it would in many ways, it was really tough in ways I could not have ever imagined. For one, pumping is not an easy thing to shove into a busy schedule. (And it's not easy for a plethora of other reasons I can't begin to get into in this posting.) But, for many reasons, here I am still doing it and am committed (most days) to keeping it up. Obviously, not something a working dad would ever have to worry about.
Also, you would think that since Daddy is with the baby all day long, Dylan would be comfortable going to him at night. Not so. For some reason, when baby is awake at night, it's still Mommy that he wants. Other working moms have confirmed this to be in true in their households too. Apparently evolution is far behind our modern times and mom is still the comfort creature. So, when baby's awake at night, it's still Mom losing sleep with him. And I don't have the option to nap when he does during the day. Those days are pretty rough at work.
Another huge difference is guilt. Working fathers don't seem to experience the guilt that working mothers do. I'll get into that next.
3) Guilt. I have a lot of it about everything...constantly. It's no question that I'm an A type personality (more of a relaxed A type now) and want to do the best job at everything I do. Now, though, I feel like I don't do well at ANY aspect of my life. Pre-baby, stressful and busy times in my life normally caused some sort of shortfall in one or so aspects of my life. Now, I feel as if I just can't muster enough time or energy to get anything done even reasonably well.
With Dylan, he's often clingy with me on the weekends which reminds me that he doesn't get enough time with me. Mike is great and will often let me sleep just a few more minutes in the morning on work days after I've nursed Dylan, but that's 15-30 minutes I don't get to spend with the baby. When I get home from work, I have, at most, an hour and a half to hang out with Dylan while also trying to eat some dinner, before putting him to bed. Obviously, I don't spend enough time with my child.
Between being tired and not able to focus intently most days, pumping and taking a break for the gym, I don't feel as if I get nearly as much work done during the work day as I should. At the gym, some days I don't have the energy to push myself hard enough. Then, I'm not losing the weight fast enough because of it. At home, I have about an hour or so left in me after Dylan's asleep to get some things done around the house. Again, not enough time to tend to what I want to get done. And Mike. Unfortunately, he often gets tossed to the end of the line. I definitely don't tell him enough how much I appreciate or get to spend as much one on one time together that we should.
Never. Enough.
I do realize for the most part that I'm probably the only person that thinks I'm doing a horrible job. Sometimes that's a little comforting but most often I just feel guilt. Internally, I'm working on readjusting expectations of myself. The irony is that I just don't have enough time to devote to that either. Ha!
Enough with the bullet points. Suffice it to say, life has changed. And though this post seems more like a pity party then a celebration, being a Mom truly is, beyond doubt, a celebration. I never knew how much I could love another human being until Dylan came into my life. No matter my mood or the events of the day, being with him fills my heart with immense joy. Some folks say they can't remember their life before kids. Well, I can. There was certainly a lot more personal freedoms and free time then. I can honestly say, though, that I wouldn't want my life to be any different than it is today. It comes with a lot more responsibility and fatigue, but having Dylan in our lives is an awesome thing. A really, really awesome thing! We love him completely and are at our happiest when spending time as a family.
So, now that I'm officially an emotional sap, I'm going to eat up the Mother's Day celebration tomorrow. My first one as a mother! To my mother, my mother in law, my aunt and my 4 sister-in-laws, you are wonderful mothers to some of the most important people in my lives. I love you all! And to all my friends that are mothers, I know you will relate to this post and I dedicate it to you. Rock on mothers! We're all doing the best jobs that we can and for that, we rock!