I used to be a smartass and headstrong mom. Getting things done the way I reckon was right when it comes to parenting our little one and furkids was a huge deal to me. If you ask my husband to attest to this, I’m sure he would agree without any hesitation.
Before I gave birth, I pleaded my husband not to allow anybody or even a family member to come over to our house to help out during the first few weeks. I wanted to get the hang of parenting at my own pace, and I didn’t want anybody snooping around and judging my parenting skills. As expected, he answered me with a big NO. He said it would be extremely difficult to take care of a newborn along with four dogs at the same time, and he wanted to have somebody who has had experience in taking care of a newborn with us. Part of me wanted to agree with him but the smart-ass parent in me made me cringe. With absolute certainty, I shrugged his suggestion off and told him that I was totally capable of taking care of our baby and our furkids even if I had to do it alone at times when he had to go to work.
After countless unpleasant arguments, my husband ended up giving in to my request. We didn’t get any help for the first few weeks. But man, I didn’t expect that taking care of a newborn would be tremendously exhausting and tricky! No amount of preparation, research and self-conditioning could have prepared me for the new role that I was about to dive into.
Postpartum pain was a total bitch to me. Each time I stood or attempted to walk, it felt like my stitches would open up and my ovary would fall off. The pain on my rib cage was terrible that it made me wonder if one of my ribs were broken. Three days after giving birth, my milk came in and the pain from engorgement added to my suffering. I wanted to take care of my newborn but moving was an awful struggle. I know it sounds exaggerated but that’s exactly how I felt.
The pain subsided after four days, and the next few weeks were better but still weren’t a breeze for me. I had been rummaging the Internet and asking for other veteran parents for tips about taking care of a newborn before I gave birth, only to realize how overwhelming being a first time parent would be. For one, I had no clue that infants could have tiny white bumps all over their faces and that their skin could peel off. I expected my baby to have perfect skin (blame it to the baby skin concept), and the moment I saw bumps and skin peelings, I instantly turned into a melodramatic mom asking herself what she has done wrong.
Whenever I look back at my experiences during the first few weeks of my journey as a parent, I can’t help but smile and give my back an imaginary pat for being able to keep another human being alive. Although it wasn’t easy at all, I’m happy to have taken care of my little one in the first few weeks with nobody but just me and hubs. I can say that it went well without anybody watching over my back and driving me crazy by telling me that I’m doing it wrong or ramming suggestions down my throat. I know that more challenges and surprises await me, but I’ll gladly take them in without any hesitation. My MIL takes care of my little one now when I’m out for work but I still see to it that things are done according to what hubs and I have agreed.
PS: My husband still thinks that I’m an annoyingly smartass mom. 😂