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My whole entire world changed, A life lesson was cultured. The day before started like any other normal day, I felt nervous, anxious, and excited all at the same time. I knew he would be here any day now; it was just a matter of when. I was almost done playing my 9 month long waiting game. After a nice long, warm shower, I dressed for two and went out to idealistic dinner with my fiance’, Andy. We talked about how our lives would be changing dramatically very soon.
We welcomed the new arrival, along with all the uncertainty he came with Would I be a good morn? Would Andy be a good dad? Neither of us had any children; neither of us knew what we were getting ourselves into. 1 With 9 months to prepare, many visits to the obgyn and a lot of constant research I was confident and ready to overcome this challenge. Ready or not, here he came! At approximately 2 am.
that evening, I woke up for whatl thought was a routine bathroom trip.
I was surprised when I looked down and noticed that the hallway was soaked. “Andy,” I called from the hallway, “It’s time!“ I was so calm, and relaxed I knew right away that my water had broken. Always sincere, Andy immediately got out of bed, grabbed our packed bags, and went out to start the auto vehicle. At the hospital, all the calm evaporated. I had never felt so much agonyi You hear horror stories from other women, family and friends, who have gone through labor.
But nothing can prepare you for what it actually feels like. When one of the nurses passed out while I was getting my epidural, I barely even noticed because of the pain. It was then that I knew that my life was just about to begin again, It all began with a single high-pitched cry. Andrew Christopher Green»man arrived at approximately 6:32 pm. As they gently placed my newborn baby boy on my chest, a million thoughts ran through my mind.
There were so many similar emotions and feelings, Does he look more like me or his daddy? Who would he end up acting like? But one thought stayed with me: I knew my life would never be the same, and that now, from this moment forward, as a mother, I would always have new and never—ending responsibilities. 1 was so prepared so I thought, All of a sudden I felt scared, I didn’t know how soon my motherly traits would have kicked in, All of a sudden; it was a blink of an eye when my instincts were right beside me, I felt like something so special was involuntary guiding me through it all. I have changed countless diapers, given hundreds of baths, made thousands of bottles and gone to too many doctors’ appointments to count, I have watched baby teeth grow, comforted my child when he was sad or sick, laughed with my child every time he laughed, As he takes his baby steps, I have taken my own steps, that of a mother.
When he rolled over, I was there to witness it. When he began crawling, I crawled right along with him. And when he took his first steps, I stood right beside him. It’s amazing how twenty two months have passed and that natural feeling is still with me I knew exactly what to do, and how Every day brings with it new joys and new challenges of interesting observations. I believe from the moment I saw my sons smiling face, and big beautiful brown eyes that l was ready, and Convinced [ have done everything to welcome this little angel into this world with love, joy and comfort, I have learned a lot about pregnancy, all the twists and turns that come along with it. My biological trait was the icing on the cake. Evidently all mothers are always trying to overcome the daily challenges. Sometimes there are things that are learned over a period of time, that aren’t inherited such as daily struggles, such as trying to be attentive when you’re running on 3 hours of sleep, trying to take care of yourself as much as you do your child, and coming to terms with the fact that my life decisions are based on my son’s well-being and his happiness, not solely on my own.
I have done my best with what I learned and what was hereditary. Overcoming the everyday challenges of waking at the crack of dawn, with a smile on my face, to change his diaper, feed him breakfast and get him settled and ready for the day I taught him how to walk by 8 months. He now has a 30 word vocabulary, saying things such as Noah (his Aunt Emmy’s Maltese dog), high five, God, mommy, daddy, Emmy, light, Nanny and Tada (my grandma and grandpa), Bampa (Grandpa) and Nana (Grandma). I have taught him many things, and he has taught me many things in return such as, Patience and most significantly responsibility Andrew is twenty two months old and sleeps with us He has a set schedule, a night-time routine, where he drinks a bottle and goes to sleep by himself.
I guess being new parents, like others. We were extremely overprotective putting him in his room alone, and let’s be honest: we wanted to spend as much time with our new addition as we could. I know sometimes people would argue this statement, and that’s fine and understandable. Unfortunately, us individuals are all different and do things our own way. I slept in bed with my mother until I was 8 years old. I loved every waking moment of it. I felt secure and calm at night in my mother‘s room. My fiancé Andy as a child used to get out of bed in the middle of the night to sleep with his parents because he was scared and felt safe. We are all raised differently. Of course, as it is, right now I can’t completely sleep. I sleep in the fetal position, curled up in the corner of the bed, practically falling off, because I don‘t want to accidently roll on Andrew and hurt him. Occasionally I wonder ifAndrew sleeping in his own toddler bed at night, alone, will help him to develop more stability and independence I also wonder from time to time if this will be beneficial for my partner and for me. Andy and I, after spending each waking minute with Drew, deserve some quiet time for ourselves at night, to wind down, relax and reconnect.
Now I have to think of a plan that will help me achieve this goal. Should I let my child cry just because I think it might help his independency, Should I brake him from his amazing bed time routine and start al over again “he will be ok.” But as a mother, it breaks my heart. If only he wouldn’t cry, this would be a mission accomplished, and not a goal I feel so much pressure to achieve, I’ve tried everything. I have tried to make his room feel like a comfort zone: safe and warm I’ve tried feeding him rice cereal before bedtime to fill his belly and help him sleep peacefully. I have a musical glowworm to give him soft sound a little bit of light, just in case he is scared. I have rocked him to sleep, and put him down, only to have him awaken and scream as though I were trying to abandon him, I have slept in his crib with him, and as soon as I sneak slowly out and make my way towards the door, I am caught off guard by the look in his eyes, the tears on his cheeks and he got me again! My new plan of attack is, to try and not listen to him cry!
I am going to try and putt my I-pod on and have Andy have an open ear for unusual screaming, muffled cries and any other unfamiliar sounds! I am also going to attempt to listen to my sons doctor, and trust her medical expertise when she tells me to put him in his crib at bedtime, Making sure he is fed, not sick and with a clean diaper! My mother has also stated that he is going to fall asleep and be comfortable, sol am going to listen to her. After lot of heartache and taking Andrew Into his own room whenever he gets out of bed has Finally paid off. Months later, with the common rutine of “this is your bed, and this is mommy‘s bed” has made such a huge difference in my life. I have learned a lot from this expierence and have gained a lot of patience and Encouragement with not only my son, But myself as well! I had a wonderful.
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