There are a certain amount of emotions to be expected with
any postpartum new mother, whether it is your first or your last baby- or any
in between. If you think about it, there
are some huge hormonal changes going on immediately after you have a baby. You are adjusting to the rapid, massive
changes occurring in your own body including your ladybits shrinking back to a
less gargantuan size, your milk supply coming in to feed your baby, and your
love hormones spiking off the chart all at one time, plus many more changes.
And that's not even fully discussing that you're getting
maybe 2 or 3 possibilities of one or two hours of sleep per night initially, if
that in some cases. Which- I don't know
about you- but for me, would induce a few emotions by itself!
Having a few extra tears or outbursts can be a completely
normal thing.
With little man, I remember being tired and teary a few
times, but not having any major emotional breakdowns. This time around? Completely opposite.
DH has been so supportive in helping me nap throughout the
day and have breaks right now, as well as little lady has taken a few longer
stretches of sleep- one even that was over 6 hours before I woke her. So, I actually feel much more rested this
time around and have been adjusting really well to the decreased amount of
sleep.
But, my goodness, the emotions.
It seems like the past few days, as little lady has just
about turned the corner to being one week old, I am a ball of tears. It mainly has to do with little man. I can't seem to even look at him sometimes
without the tears welling up in the back of my eyes.
When I look at little man, I see a huge toddler, whereas a
week ago, he was still just a baby to me.
His hands look and feel HUGE compared to little lady's delicate, teeny
fingers. His body is, at 30 lbs,
massive- compared to her 6 lb self. When
I look at him, I realize just how much he is not a baby. And it only makes me think about how quickly
the time has passed since he was.
Then I look back to little lady. And I realize just how quickly the time is
going to pass with her as well. How
quickly she is going to grow and change.
And, how in a few years down the line, I'm hopefully going
to be cuddling a new baby and wondering where all the time has gone with my
first two children.
DH has been trying to be supportive of my emotions, but
there are many times where I can't blame him for feeling confused or unsure of
how to react. We can simply be sitting
and eating dinner and all of a sudden I'll be bawling after looking at little
man's sweet face. DH sometimes has no
clue what even set me off, and- as a man, and an engineer- that means he
doesn't know what to do to fix it.
To be honest- when the tears begin- as of right now neither
do I.
I know that the best solution is going to be time at this
point. I need a few more weeks to level
out and get my hormones back into check.
I need a few more weeks of having patience with myself and my emotions,
being able to feel all of those feelings and give them understanding and
space. I'm not trying to pretend I'm not
having these feelings, and I'm realizing that they are completely and utterly
normal, and that I am normal to feel this way at this point.
The upside of all of these feelings is that both little man
and little lady have absolutely been showered with hugs, kisses, cuddles, and
snuggles in the past week, which makes both me and them feel more comfortable,
even if they are accompanied by a few misty eyed (or sobbing- who am I
kidding?) moments.
Thankfully, I feel comfortable and confident in myself, my
family, my support system, and my body, and we'll get through this in one
piece.
Did you experience a rush of emotions during the
postpartum period? How did your feelings
present? How did you get through?

I'm with you on this. I had so many breakdowns this time around. I felt like a crazy person. Now I am 5 weeks postpartum and just about back to normal. I have the occasional weepy moments when I am dancing with the baby or he is smiling up at me. I don't think that's going to change, though. There's some different emotion that I just can't put my finger on knowing that this is my last baby. it's almost like I'm really savoring every bit of new baby love and it just keeps building until it can't be contained :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm officially at the start of week 3, and the first two weeks were magical...and horrible! I kept crying and crying and crying. I cried because I was so overwhelmed by the intensity of my emotions (so much love for the little one, a deeper love for my husband), the fear of being a bad mother, the pain from being a first-time breastfeeder to what doctors call a "barracuda feeder," the nights when he would cry nearly nonstop for 7-8 hours, the thought that my husband had to go back to work... I'm just glad that I'm not as weepy anymore, it was exhausting! It helped to have visitors to distract me--otherwise, I would just cry as the baby napped.
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