Today, my new life gets real. Here I sit with my sleeping baby…just the two of us (and two dogs and two cats) in a big house. neither of us quite sure of what we’re doing. We’re alone, after two weeks of having all hands on deck. And I’m nervous, excited, relieved and back to nervous.
My mom arrived on October 9th, three days after my due date. I was, of course, still pregnant (despite my best efforts to evict BabyBug). And I wondered — would we drive each other nuts? We’re close and love each other deeply, but like so many moms and daughters, we definitely press each other’s buttons. Two weeks of living together might make one of us mental.
But when Audrey arrived on October 13th, after a full day’s worth of labor, I realized how lucky I was to have my own Mommy by my side. She rubbed my back when I moaned through contractions and made sure there was water near me at all times in the first few days home from the hospital. She held Audrey for hours while I slept, ate, showered or just took a break.
She helped me load my newborn into the stroller and rocked her to sleep when she cried. And she calmed me down during an emotional afternoon — helping me to see that my baby did not have a fever, was not starving and did not hate me. She made me macaroni and cheese, vacuumed my couch, snuggled my dogs and proved that she was the perfect house guest.
(My Dad came for most of a week, too, and was amazing in his own way…love you, Dad!)
This morning, my Mom headed home. We both know it’s the right thing to do and the right time. I have recovered (mostly) from Audrey’s birth, and I need to figure this out on my own. I know that I have the skills, if not the experience, and I’m looking forward to figuring out some of this whole parenting thing on my own (along with my husband, who has absolutely met and actually exceeded my expectations of how he would handle all of this).
But I am so, so glad that she was here.