By Guest Blogger, Lisa Kuszmar:
It is summer in Charlotte, and everyone around me is having a baby. As the mother of a five -month-old, I can now sit back and laugh because I know what the next two months are going to be like for these families.
Is it nice of me to laugh? Not really, but I’ve earned the right. I’ve made this rite of passage. It’s one all new mothers go through; it makes us part of the same club. I like to call this phase of parenthood Groundhog Day. Why, you ask?
Because it’s very much like the 1993 movie Groundhog Day. You know the one where Bill Murray’s character is stranded by a blizzard in Punxsutawney, PA? He is miserable and continues to live February 2nd over and over again. As a new mom, you may feel a little bit like this. It’s an unforgiving, time consuming and exhausting loop you live in for weeks on end. People don’t often tell you that, but it is. My mom told me it was going to happen, so I was prepared.
My mom was even sweet enough to call me every couple of days to check in on me. This is how our phone call typically went: Ring… ring…
“Hi Lisa! It’s your mom. Are you feeding, pumping, changing, cleaning or sleeping?”
Then I would answer which one of those five exciting things I was doing. Let me break it down for you:
– A new born baby eats 8 times a day. Each feeding takes around 45 minutes. That is 6 hours of your day. Seriously.
– A new born baby probably goes through 10 diapers a day. We’ll give that 1 hour.
– If you nurse, you probably will try to pump too, so you have some in reserve and can make your partner get up at 3 am and feed the baby. Give that two – 20 minute sessions or 40 minutes a day.
– You have to clean your pumping equipment each time. Twenty more minutes.
– Babies tend to leak. Let’s toss in a load of laundry each day for good measure.
– And you really should try to sleep at least 6 hours a day.
Now rinse and repeat….. for 8 weeks. Let’s just say it gets tedious and can make you a little crazy. But the beauty of it is that it does eventually become February 3rd and you look back and realize you survived the first 8 weeks! You have a little creature who is starting to smile and coo and you have bonded over the two crazy months together. It’s like joining a sorority. You get hazed a bit, but your bond is unbreakable because of what you went through together.
Today, I sip a glass of wine at 7:00 pm on my back deck while my angel daughter is asleep in her crib, where she will be for the next eleven hours. This is a relatively new phenomenon, but one I am enjoying thoroughly. I am no longer stuck in that loop; each day is unique and I love it.