The first week with our new baby girl Rachel was amazing. We
sat and played with her; we cuddled her, fed her, bathed her, rocked her and
sang to her. She was quiet that first week, taking us in and looking around at
her new life. She met so many new family members, so many happy faces and open
arms. I think how overwhelming it would be for me to meet dozens of new people
while living in a new place and being looked after by strangers – crazy! And
yet our girl took it all in her stride, quietly confident and slowly becoming more
happy and affectionate.
As for me, the change from wife to Mom caught me off guard.
I was prepared, as prepared as you can ever be, and yet I was thrown once she
was here. You can never fully understand what the transition will be like until
you are in it. And with the stress, life change and lack of sleep came some
emotional moments. Moments when I became overwhelmed by the enormity of the
situation and had to have a good cry.
And there is nothing that can make you feel better than a good cry. Expect
maybe a cup of tea, chocolate and a cuddle! Don’t get me wrong, I loved having
my baby girl with us, but some things just hit me hard.
Meltdown 1: A week after Rachel arrived I sat on the couch after
putting her down for the night and burst into tears. I couldn’t explain it to
my husband other than saying “she’s here forever, she’s not going away!” It hit
me then that this was forever, she would be there tomorrow morning when I woke
up, and the next day, and the next. This was life now, utterly and permanently
changed. And so I had to mourn my old life, things like shopping for hours,
sleeping in, and spontaneous dinners with friends. It is such an adjustment in
such a short period of time that it threw me. Even though I was expecting it,
it still hurt.
Meltdown 2: Happened about 10 days after Rachel was with us.
She had slept through the night the first week and we were thanking our lucky
stars, and then on the 10th night she was up at 2am. Moaning and
tired, but not sleeping. I tried everything. I changed her nappy, I rubbed her
tummy, I picked her up and rocked her, cuddled her, swaddled her, I sang to her
and hummed to her. Nothing worked. After an hour my husband walked in sleepily
saying “is everything ok” and I asked him very nicely to take over (ok, in reality
I said “I can’t do this anymore” and walked out). I sat on the bed and cried. I
was SO tired! I was exhausted, mentally, emotionally and physically. I was
crying because it dawned on me that I would not be getting uninterrupted sleep
anymore, or sleep-ins, or mid-afternoon sleeps. And how I love my sleep! And so
I had a break down and felt sorry for myself for a little bit, and then fell
asleep. (And wouldn’t you know, it only took Mike 5 minutes to get her to sleep
after all my work!)
Meltdown 3: One month in and I overheard my husband making
arrangements with some friends to go on a hike one afternoon. I held it in
until we got home, then ranted emotionally at him. I couldn’t understand how he
could make a plan with friends when it would mean firstly I would not see him
the whole afternoon, and secondly that I would have to look after Rachel alone.
I realized that the reason I was upset was because my life had changed so
completely, and his life could still look a little bit the same. He got to go
to work and see his colleagues, he could go for a run, and make a plan to go on
a hike; his life still had patterns of life before Rachel. Me, well there was
nothing of my old life. I wasn’t at work anymore, I couldn’t go to gym or the
shops without it being a mission, even seeing friends was different as I could
not give my undivided attention. And when I knew Mike had time off it meant
that I got a bit of a break because we could tag team with Rachel, so if
suddenly he wasn’t around when I thought he would be, I freaked out. We talked
about it (mostly because he didn’t even realise I felt that way), and made plans
for how we would navigate making decisions to see friends in the future. But it
helped to cry it out, to explain my feelings, and to get a cuddle and an “I understand”
from someone who loves me.
And so this time of parenthood that I have been ushered into
has brought on many exasperated tears and emotional outbursts. This is
definitely the most difficult thing I have ever done, raising a child. And yet,
it is the most amazing, marvellous, worthwhile and blessed miracle too. I have
moments when it’s all too much, but mostly I’m smiling because my daughter gave
me a hug without my prompting, or because she is giggling to herself while
playing, or because she looks at me and smiles. What joy!
P.s. I have learnt that just because we adopted, doesn’t mean
my hormones and emotions aren’t all over the place, and that it is normal and
ok to feel happy and sad and overwhelmed and exhilarated all at once. I also
have Mommy brain, in that I keep forgetting mundane and important things like
house keys when I go out, or coffee dates I have made with friends. I am learning
to have a humble heart and an apologetic spirit, but that it is ok to not have
everything together right now… I just became a Mom!