A friend and I were discussing how much of a strain it is on your marriage during the first few months of parenting a newborn. I think the hard part starts in pregnancy. Pregnant woman can be demanding, weepy, sick, worrisome creatures who, I imagine, aren't the greatest people to live with. And then comes the third trimester when your organs are shoved into a space one-fourth the area they should inhabit and your hands and feet are swollen and you can't sleep anymore at night. That's when the real fun begins!
And it doesn't end until you adjust to nursing and your baby is sleeping through the night and you can finally take a breather. Then you can begin to concentrate on your marriage again (Although from what I hear, I am not the only one who cackled a little too hard when the OBGYN gave me the "all-clear" as far as bedroom activities go, a mere 6 weeks after delivery. I am not alone in waiting 12 weeks or more to go there because of pain that lingered).
But anything worth having is worth working for right? And those growing pains of fitting a new creature, first into your body, and secondly into your life, are completely worth it. And I'm bouncing off walls imagining our world with another baby!
I'm more aware of all this entails this time around, and so I think it makes me a little apprehensive. I see the ways being a mom changed me and my life. Some good ways, some bad ways. And I wonder how much more change this will bring? What will my body look like this time around after it's second inflation? Will I have more or less patience? Will I be able to make Micah feel like this is HIS addition to the family too, as opposed to his replacement?
Thank God I can pray about these things and trust that my Father will guide me and help me to be the best Christian mom and wife I can be--hormones or not. I'm already praying that I can bite my tongue more than I could the last time I was waddling around with a human being kicking my gut. Last time I didn't handle it so well. I even had an all-out screaming match with my brother-in-law about... Sleepless in Seattle. Remember that Tyler?
Although, I did sit quietly by and not say a word when a family member commented that my labor would not have been so painful if I'd stayed in shape throughout my pregnancy. Ah, sound knowledge there. If I'd JUST walked more then maybe Micah wouldn't have been such a big baby who ripped me up and down. Yes, yes, that makes total sense.
Now I hope I haven't scared the newest expectant-mommy of my circle. I am thrilled beyond belief that Cari and Matt are expecting a baby Ferrell just a month after Baby Domino #2 makes their appearance! Congratulations and best wishes guys!
3 comments:
HAHAHAHAHA! That blog was both exciting and TERRIFYING. I'm exhausted from all the emotions I've just gone through from reading your blog. I'll just keep living vicariously through you, preggers, and you keep telling it like it is!
Who told you that about the exercise? I know you know it's not true, let me just clear it up for those who don't know...bigger babies come from GENES and DIABETES. Period. One woman can gain 70 pounds and have a 6.5 lb baby, or someone else can gain 25 pounds and have an almost 8 lb'er. Yep, I know two ladies personally with these numbers!!
You'll be fine. I know I keep saying it, but I know you and Terry so well that I just know you'll adjust wonderfully to the newest Domino. And you're absolutely right - our Father will guide you every step of the way!
Well I had a 6lb 1 oz baby and was torn up and down and took 4 months to heal. So I don't think size matters. I am glad you are letting everyone know the reality of pregnancy, labor and delivery. I wish someone would of warned me how awful it is after! I couldn't use the bathroom without wanting to scream for atleast a month, maybe two! Congrats on yall's second little one. I am excited for yall, can't wait to hear what it is!
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