Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Burning the Books....

I KNOW I am new to this ‘motherhood’ thing and for those more experienced moms out there, you will probably have much objection to what I am about to write. That’s fine. You can write me off as a novice mom who doesn’t know what she is doing….because that is about 99% true most of the time.

As you can see with my first blog, motherhood has not been a walk in the park at all for me…..and its true, I don’t know what I am doing.  
Let me start by saying that I have babysat my whole life. The easiest and smallest of infants to the hardest and most difficult kids you could think of. And I have done it well. Piece of cake. So I thought motherhood would be ‘natural’ to me. Because I knew how to babysit.
HOWEVER, my biggest misconception and judgment that I imposed upon my ‘know  it all attitude’ when it came to thinking about the things I would do when I had my OWN kid, quickly faded away the minute I gave birth and my hormones plummeted….couple that with the never ending sleep deprivation and 24 hour buffet from your womanly parts and well, I quickly began to repent of all the preconceived notions I had about child rearing…and my own judgments. I have broken every single rule I said I would NEVER do.
Like letting my baby sleep in our bed….or rock them to sleep….or not put them down. Granted, Jackson has had some ‘issues’ as an infant. Reflux and gas has led to a fussy and colicky infant that was constantly uncomfortable. Therefore I HAD to do what I HAD to do to get a little sanity. There were some days when napping for him was so hard that once I got him to sleep, I would hold him through his entire nap just so he would sleep because if I put him down, he would wake up….and fussing would resume….and he needed a nap, and I just needed a break. And the only way to get a ‘break’(which just meant SILENCE) would be to hold him…or have him sleep next to me or on me.
I spent the first 10 weeks of his life googling….reading and Re-reading books like “Babywise” and “The Happiest Baby on the Block” looking for a magic formula to get my child to accept my schedule and my way of life…and I tried all those things…the schedules, the swaddling, the white noise..e.ct. And nothing would work. And I was consistent…VERY. I would fight Jackson every step of the way and quickly grew frustrated and almost resentful towards my little bundle of joy who wasn’t.  I mean, the books made it sound super easy…and made a lot of sense. So why wasn’t Jackson ‘playing along’? And why couldn’t I make him? I MUST be a bad mom.
And then finally one day, after a lot of tears and finally realizing that my baby wasn’t ‘just colicky’ and being bad, but actually hurting and in pain as well as a very high needs and alert infant, I threw away everything I had read and just took that day and his and my time as it came to me. I decided I wasn’t going to force him to eat. I wasn’t going to demand he play for JUST an hour. I wasn’t going to then try to force him down for a nap. I was going to watch my child, celebrate his individuality, and listen to him. When he got unbearably tired, he would eventually go to sleep. I was done trying and ready to just let it all go. I just was done.
And as I began to do that, I started to learn my child. Day after day, I followed his cues, read him, and just like that, a light bulb went off and something clicked.
I learned that my Jackson needed extra attention. That he wanted me to teach him and talk to him. He needed my undivided attention. And I needed to put down my agenda for a bit and just listen to his needs. That this time with him was indeed fleeting and who cares if I hold my baby to sleep. I learned quickly his tired cues and when I let him get out his energy in his timeframe, he would fall asleep without fight. And nap throughout the day.   I would sit and watch him sleep and study his little features. I know he has a birthmark on his head. One ear is bigger than the other. He still has a soft spot on the top of his head that you can watch his heartbeat through. That he laughs in his sleep. That he has my nose.
And as I relaxed a bit with naps and where he would nap and how he would nap and sleep, HE began to trust me more and more for me to put him down.  Within a week, he was comfortably napping in his own crib or in the car seat or at my moms. I can put him down drowsy but not quite asleep yet and he knows that he is ok. He can fall asleep as I shop in TJ Maxx in the baby bijorn. He can fall asleep in the middle of Buffalo Wild wings on a football Sunday afternoon. Sounds cooky  I know, but through learning him, he has learned to trust me more. Something the books never said to do first. Learn your infant and the rest will follow. At least, that is what is happening for me.
I learned that he was hurting and needed to be held upright after feedings so he wouldn’t get heartburn. I learned that that time was special to talk to my ever changing boy. I learned how to ‘wear’ him in the baby bijorn while we were out because he is a very alert infant who was already curious about the world around him yet needed to be close to his mama as he was discovering.
I learned that his fight of the swaddle was because he indeed hated it and wanted to sleep on his belly. (GASP! Oh yes he does!)

I learned that some days he just might be going through a growth spurt and everything I did the day before would not work….so I bent. And learned to be flexible.
I learned when to let him cry in the car seat and when it was time to pull over and soothe him a bit before moving on.
I have taken principles from Babywise and many other books and websites and used them in practice; however, I am learning that motherhood means more than hyperscheuding or placing a guaranteed method to your child’s day. Does that mean that he doesn’t need naps? Nope. He does. And I now know what that typically looks like for his day…give or take a short snooze here or there. But for me to tell you that he naps from this time to this time each day or eats every day at 7, 10, 1, 3, 6,9, and a dream feed…well, just ain’t happening. He marches to the beat of his own drum. And he is much happier and so am I. And it is working for both parties.
I am learning to celebrate Jackson for Jackson and that he doesn’t really fit one specific mold of a baby. And you know what? That is when he got fun.
Granted we made it through the colic and evenings of inconsolable crying fits, and he still gets fussy and irritable, but I learned to take each day with Jackson as a new day….and celebrate his individuality. He isn’t like everyone else’s content baby who can sit for hours by themselves and soothe themselves to sleep. And I don’t want him to be like everyone else’s kid. Because he is my own unique kid with a special call on his life….and I celebrate that. And finally, motherhood got instantly fun for me.  
I love when his little face lights up when he sees me now. I love that at night, he wants me to hold him and give him that last bottle of the night. I love that I know when he is irritable because he hasn’t had a good diaper. I love that he laughs at me and gives me kisses. I love that I know his ticklish spots.
I could write all the things I have learned these last few weeks and probably bore you to death with all the ‘I loves’…. Just sad it took me so long to figure out.
So from now on, the how to books will remain on the shelves as good suggestions and guidelines. The googled and starred websites on the HOW TO’s of infants are deleted. The swaddle sacs and white noise CD’s put away because they aren’t for Jackson. Maybe my next kid will respond positively to those things, but not him.
Not that I don’t want suggestions or help and believe I have it all figured out. I just have learned to take those things with a grain of salt and find my own way in this journey…and rejoice in Jackson and less in a method.
Like I said, I know about 1% of being a mother so far so you can totally laugh at this blog of mine and say, “Sucker!” ….just wait till 6 months….or just wait till____ (fill in the blank). But for now I have begun really truly enjoying my little guy immensely more than I ever thought possible because I have put away those things. 
And just as he gets fun and I get a little smarter we start on our next journey….and soon to be blog….back to work…..and thus another learning curve begins.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Its just getting good....

So the gloom and doom of my last post isn't the theme of this one....

So around 11ish weeks, Jackson took a turn for the better....Smiley, content, happy and easier to put down for naps, he has become quite a delight. I have started taking him to the chiropractor which has worked miracles before my eyes.....that, coupled with the magic number of "three months growing out of colic phase" and we are enjoying this.....finally. And I am sad.

Why?

Next Tuesday I start back to work....I finally am not on house arrest due to an unpredictable infant; able to actually grocery shop with Jackson by myself, and now I go back to work. This mothers heart hurts a bit.

Don't get me wrong, I need to go back to work right now....for insurance purposes, financial purposes....a decision for our family and that benefits Jackson.....and Jackson will be safe in the care of my mom (who is 5 min down the road from my work), so it isn't like I am having to leave him at daycare somewhere....but still, now he is fun and I am actually starting to love my roll as mother to him.  He responds to me. He smiles and laughs at me. He is soothed by me. And I love that. This is what I have waited and fought for for years. My sweet little guy is so. much. fun.

I am savoring these last few days with him...putting him down for naps....waking up in the morning and playing in bed just because we don't have to get up and go anywhere....Next week, life changes again...
at least for now...

I am praying for a sudden winning lottery ticket or a money tree sprouting up in our backyard...actually a job working from home or something part time with benefits would be fine too...
But for now, I watch my days dwindle away and anticipate this new journey of full time working mom that is about to slap me in the face.

so heres to sleep deprevation and lots of coffee!!!


Saturday, October 6, 2012

Living on Caffeine and Zoloft....My Journey into motherhood

Meet Jackson Isaiah Waldorf.
Born August 1st, 2012 at 1:30pm via C-section. 
Weight: 7lbs 7 oz  19 in long

What a journey. 

For those of you that have followed my other blogs for years, you know the journey we have been on to see this little face in our lives. Multiple losses and a very hard pregnancy over the span of two and 1/2 years have given us quite the faith journey to even see this sweet little face. 
In the next few weeks and months, as I get time (cough cough...'time' with a newborn is not something one has much of these days) , I plan on writing out his birth story. So many emotions and things that happened that day that I could literally write a book on that one experience. 
So hold on, it is coming. 

But our journey with Jackson was just beginning the day he came into the world and the reason why I have seemingly dropped off the face of the earth for the last few months since his arrival. 

Let me start by saying OH how I love my little boy. So much. 

But it has been hard. 

Jackson did not come into this world and out of my womb willingly. And he is still fighting. 
Thats right, from the time we brought this sweet little face home, crying was bestowed upon our household. 

Some that have come and visit and spent time with me over the last several months have remarked that they do not think he is a fussy, colicky infant. But they don't spend 24 hours a day with him. Just because a baby is labeled "fussy or colicky", doesn't necessarily mean they cry all the time. He has his great moments. He has good days. 
But he also has very very hard ones too. A lot more than anyone has seen....because I don't bring him around much.  

And for that reason, I don't get out much. He is too unpredictable. 

I have journeyed through some really dark dark moments in the last few months. Moments where I was so mad at God for 'blessing me' with a baby that fusses all the time because of tummy and reflux issues....moments of being in a panic not knowing if I can walk through another day or a long long night trying to console Mr. Grumpy pants. 
Moments of regretting. 

Yep, Honest Heather is back. 

That's right. Moments where I have wanted to take my kid back to the hospital and trade him in for one whose crying mechanism has magically been removed. 
Moments where I wanted to be childless again. (gasp! I said it!) 
Moments where I have sat and cried as he cried wondering if my life is done and I will always have to hear his cry.

Lets just say I have not walked into motherhood with 'grace'.  

For those of you that have journeyed through a fussy baby, you know what I am talking about. You know the lack of sleep, nutrition, and bathing that happens. You know that you lose who you are as you are constantly caring for an infant that demands ALL of your day; all of your time. 
You know those feelings. Those dark places. 
Times where you want to just jump....off the porch or out a window. 
I have joked with my mom about taking him back to my doctor and demanding a refund because I think he cut the umbilical cord in the wrong spot. 
(thank the Lord for my mother....she has got me through some dark sobbing filled days) 

I have had to restrain from wanting to punch people in the face when they ask me if I just LOVE being a mother. 
Cause honestly, I have not. Yet. well, not always. 

Again, I know I sound ungrateful. PLEASE don't mis read me either. I LOVE my little boy. Deeply. Hence the reason why my season of trial has been so dark. I love him so much that this hurts. I wanted him soooo badly that this has been like a stab in the heart. 

It hurts to see him hurt. It hurts to know that he came into this world and has spent about the first 70% of his life crying and fussing. 

And recently, as mad as I have been at the Lord....as many times as I have literally cried out in the night in anger, I recognize that colic.....fussy baby....is a result of sin. Not God's fault. Human depravity at its core. But it is hard to not yell at God in the journey I have taken and asked "why me?"....again? 

Jackson is almost 10 weeks old and just yesterday we had a good day. I mean, less fussy, more content smiley baby. I think we are coming around the bend. 
The doctor and zillions of websites I have read says that this should all start subsiding by 3-4 months and be completely gone by 6 months. So I know hope is around the corner. 

And I love that little face. I do. I love that he is mine. Most days. He is starting to crack me up with all his silly grins and coos. He is starting to know who I am and let me console him. He is starting to wake up to a world of feeling better. And so am I. We are getting through it together. And that is a bond that he and I will always have. 

So there you have it. Once I regain a bit more brain power that has gone from my unwashed head, I will write more. But right now, I am just too sleep deprived to focus that long and make sense. 

There is a story here. There is a testimony here. But I don't see it yet. I don't feel it yet. I am still too upset yet to 'get it'....to see the bigger God picture in all of this. But I know it is coming. So hang on with me if you want. 
Hang on. 
Hope is on the horizon. 

Right?