Unpredictability

I’m a planner. A Type A organizer. I don’t just do things on a whim (except impulse purchases … that’s the exception!). I like to know what’s happening when, and hate not being in control of a situation.

Which is why having a totally unpredictable newborn is driving me bonkers.

There, I said it. Having a newborn is HARD.  Continue reading “Unpredictability”

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Insomnia or Interrupted Sleep …

I was only pregnant 12 days ago, and if you recall, I moaned about insomnia being the worst of my end-of-pregnancy side effects.

At the time, having been to this party before, I knew it would pale in comparison to the sleep deprivation ahead … but I think I had on rose-colored glasses and forgot just how truly awful those first couple weeks at home with a newborn can be (not for everyone, but for a lot of us!) Continue reading “Insomnia or Interrupted Sleep …”

Ben’s Birth Story

There are many weird things about already knowing the when/how of giving birth. But the anxiety I felt Thursday morning was as great–if not greater–than last time, probably because on the other side, I knew I’d have not only Luis and I and our new baby to be concerned with, but also Maya.

I barely slept the night before — surprise, surprise — and when the alarm went off at 5 AM, I was anxious to hop in the shower and get going. Continue reading “Ben’s Birth Story”

Snug as a Bug in a Rug

Some of my earliest childhood memories involve being in the car and falling asleep. When we’d arrive home, my dad would pick me up and put me in my bed and tuck me in, “snug as a bug in a rug.”

When I got too old to be carried, envious of my younger (smaller) siblings, I’d pretend to be asleep just to keep our little ritual going. To this day, I don’t know if he knew I was pretending from about age seven on … but those are some of my favorite memories. To a child, there is truly nothing like the safety of your parents’ arms.

I was thinking about that tonight when I was rocking Maya to sleep, her little exhausted body rendered limp in my arms. Every parent knows that putting a sleeping baby in a crib can yield one of two results. Continue reading “Snug as a Bug in a Rug”