After I had Grae, I went into what I like to call, “the baby coma.”
I’m not sure if anyone else experiences the baby coma, but for me my world is 100% completely smitten and consumed with a baby and boobs and not a single thing else. I cannot function with a new baby – my world revolves around the new baby – my world is the new baby. I have these mystical friends who give birth and then go to Sea World 3 days later, or run a marathon the following week, or stop by neiman’s on the way home from the hospital (just kidding, we don’t even have a neiman’s) and 3 months after I deliver I’m like “oh, it’s not appropriate that yoga pants are my only means of outfit and I might as well just go topless?”.
When people have asked me about having 3 kids, I say “yeah, it’s so great and I love having 3 kids, and that’s good because it’s the only thing I possibly have time for.” I mean, getting my teeth cleaned was a maneuver of trickery and smoke and mirrors. I love having babies, oh the Good Lord knows I love having babies, but it would be way way easier for me if the universe could give me a serious beat for about a year after I deliver one.
This third baby has taught me so much about patience – namely being patient with myself. I have had to try to focus on what is best for me – for us – even when the world may pressure us to do different, do more, do better. I have had to really pace myself after this baby, I have to say no more, I have to take on less. I have had to be patient with the roller coaster of emotions and hormones a new baby brings to my life. I’ve had to work on enjoying myself through the lows, and relishing in the highs.
Being a mother is something I really feel called to do. It’s something I really enjoy and just feel at peace with. It’s the work that makes my soul feel the deepest sense of purpose.