Dear Mo & Will,
So many others have said many of the things that I have
thought of. I agree strongly with Luna-- do what works best for you and don't
let anyone make you feel like you are "wrong" for your choices. You are doing the best that you can, and
that's enough. Many years ago, (before
we were parents, or even married for that matter) I heard my Mom talk about
parenting to a bunch of 7th-9th graders and she said something that I repeat to
myself about once a month when I'm feeling less than stellar as a parent. (This was at a Chistian conference, so her
verbiage reflects that)
"When God blesses two people with a child, they aren't
given an instruction book. They
are just two people who love each other a lot, and who promise to love the
child they've been blessed with.
So parent's don't always know what they're doing. They're just two people who loved each
other a lot and who love you a lot, but they don't always have all of the
answers. It's easy to think that
your parents aren't as cool as someone else's or that they're just trying to
make your life miserable, but that's not it really. Really it's that they are doing the very best that they can
to give you what they think you need to grow up strong and healthy and faithful
to God. Sometimes you have to cut them a little slack, and try to tell them what
you need, while also understanding that sometimes they make choices that you
don't like because they are protecting you from something that they've
experienced and know could hurt you.
In the end your parents love you and while that may not seem like much,
it's everything." (Paraphrased 9 years later but the main ideas are there)
I reflect on the fact that I wasn't given an instruction
book, but only a partner who has my back and a deep and abiding love for my children. And that goes a really long way. When my baby, who I was sure wasn't
even close to mobile squirmed her way off the couch the first day that I was
alone at home on maternity leave onto the palet of pillows on the floor with a
thump that was enough to scare both of us and send me calling the pediatrician
I cried and remembered that there aren't instructions for this. Be gentle with yourself. You are a fantastic parent, and Magpie
is a very lucky girl, who will be doted upon by her family, extended family and
the interwebs. Be gentle with yourself
and know that you're doing the best that you can and that children are much
hardier than we give them credit for (thankfully).
In terms of things that we did that I loved-- we took a
monthly picture with a teddy bear.
They grow so much in the first year or two that it was a really fun
thing to look back on.
I echo getting a carrier, but possibly borrowing or renting
until you find the one that works best for you and Magpie. My babies had two very different sets
of preferences-- one was a Moby baby and the other a sling baby.
I also echo that breastfeeding starts off hard. It does get better, but there is
NOTHING wrong with doing whatever allows you to make it through the first few
days. For us, it was pumping milk
when my nipples were to raw for her to nurse (nipple confusion, snipple confusion--
my cracked bleeding breasts were no good to her in the condition they were
in). You will find what is best
for you, and do not let the lactation consultant make you feel less than
because it's not easy.
Also, if you can (this sounds crazy, I know)- encapsulate
your placenta. I did it with my
second and my husband will tell anyone who has a partner with child that they
must do it. He would actually ask me
if I'd taken my placenta pills because he could tell such a significant
difference. I am not someone who I
would have thought would eat my own placenta, but it made me feel more steady
in those first days which were a swirl of crazy emotions and made enough of a difference
that my very analytical spouse admitted that they were a big help. Not sure if you'll get this in time,
but if you can, try to save it.
And above all, know that this is your birth, your child and
your story and you are going to rock it-- no matter how it unfolds.
Sending much love and light.
Erin