I know I’m going to mess her up.
It’s not my intention to and it really is the very last thing I want is to mess this little perfect thing up in her first minutes, days, weeks of being on this earth.
The responsibility seems daunting and I am trying not to be paralyzed with fear of what could happen to her if I make the wrong decision. When did I become old enough to make decisions for another human life? When did I become an adult?
I am scared that I won’t be a good mom and that the decisions I make for her will impact her for the rest of her life.
I have already decided that I’d like to breastfeed as long as my body will allow within the first year. I am going to need to pump and bottle feed after 6 weeks because I am returning to work (I know, I know we can talk offline about that topic). I will continue to breastfeed when I’m home though to keep that bonding going.
We aren’t going to co-sleep per se, but I am open to having her in her bassinet next to me for the first weeks that we are getting up together, or maybe we will co-sleep. I’m learning that I don’t really know what I’ll do until I’m in the situation.
Still not sure how the sleeping routine will go between Hubby and me, but since I am committed to breastfeeding, it’s on me to be up and ready to feed (especially those first few weeks before a bottle is even recommended to be introduced).
How do I feel about that?
A bit nervous. I find it to be an honor and privilege to be the source of nutrition for Maxee but I also find I can teeter on resentment that Hubby is off the hook from this imperative need she will have for me every 2-3 hours for how long???
God, help me to continue to see the good and stay in gratitude that I GET to provide this for her. I do pray that my milk will come in easily and breastfeeding will be easy, so when I stay in the gratitude, my mind stays even and I am able to see what a gift God has given to us.
The decisions that need to be made continue to come through. I can’t put some of these off because they either need to happen now or in the near future. Some recent discussions have been:
- Vitamin K shot
- Eye ointment
- Hepatitis B shot
- Let her stay in the nursery at the hospital vs. next to me
- TDAP booster shot for mamma
- Delayed vs regular shot schedule
I know the decisions we will need to make will only continue. I’m grateful to be married to someone who is so keen on research and making decisions based on the facts that are gathered.
I will admit though, I’m lazy!
I want someone to tell me the magic formula for raising Maxee.
It doesn’t exist.
Instead, this is my mind shift that will help- this is my new project- Raising Maxee.
Turning the “I” to “we” is going to be important. Raising Maxee is a shared responsibility between Hubby, me and God. Hubby wants to be just as involved in Maxee’s life as I do and that is another gift. Learning how we can come together in a partnership of parenting will be an aspect of Raising Maxee that I know I will have a lot of growth around.
Not being a bulldozer and telling Hubby how it’s going to be and also not being a pushover and doing whatever he wants. Instead, it’s going to be consistently finding the balance between the two.
For me, it’s going to be learning how to know my truth and communicate effectively with Hubby so that we can come to a decision that fits us both well.
This is not something that comes naturally to me and I pray that God will help me to engage in this approach to relationships and communication that I have pushed away up until now.
With a child in the mix, pushing away healthy communication is going to mess her up more than some of the other decisions listed above.
God, please help me change my ways so that I can approach partner parenting and my marriage in a healthier, more effective way.
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Hilary, I love this and remember those questions well. For me, I ended up doing a little of this and a little of that along both ends of the spectrum (ie, Babywise style vs Dr. Sears attachment parenting style). One regret I have (among a few more:) — I wish I’d kept my babies in my room. I was so scared of them and thought I wouldn’t be able to relax. Now I know that ALL they do is sleep, and hearing their little breath is the ultimate piece and relaxation.
Different stuff works at different stages:)
One quick funny story re “when did I become old enough to make decisions for another human life? When did I become an adult?” When I was signing Riley up for daycare (I know, lots of opinions there), I was filling out the paper work. The sheet called for the Mother’s and Father’s name, etc. For the Mother, I put in MY MOTHER’s name (even though she died in 1994). It still had not clicked that I AM THE MOTHER. I am a Mother! Carson got a good laugh at that one.