My son was born almost six weeks ago, and the changes to my life has been everything people said it would be and more. There’s not many aspects of my day to day that have been unaffected by the all-encompassing focus of taking care of this new life.
That said, I must say that much of the horror stories people warned me about are largely not true. My son is a pleasant, well-tempered baby most of the time. We are figuring out his rhythm and getting better at working a predictable schedule, as much as that can happen with a six-week-old.
Some nights, my husband takes him for the early shift, while I go up to bed for a few hours. When he brings him up at around midnight, we’ll place him in the co-sleeper and, if the stars align, he’ll sleep with us safely for a few hours when he wakes up hungry. On the rare occasions, he’ll sleep maybe four hours, and I won’t have to get up until nearly 4:00 or 5:00 a.m., and even then, it’s just a diaper change and a bit of formula to top him off and he’ll go back to sleep.
This morning, we had one of these “good” nights, and as my husband brought him back upstairs to hand him off before he left for work, I took a gamble. I had him put my son in the co-sleeper, in spite of the fact that he wasn’t swaddled anymore. He actually slept for another two hours, and instead of him waking me up, I woke up on my own for the first time in I can’t even remember.
He’s an amazing baby, truly. He is so good sometimes, I wonder what I must have done right while he was still in my belly to be so lucky. It is heartbreaking though, how much time has flown already. I feel like each day is over before I have a moment to enjoy it, and once my time is up and I have to go back to work, I’m sure it will fly by even quicker.
But today was a good day. He slept well for me, and we got to have some time playing with his toys, which he’s still learning. He fell asleep on my shoulder as I burped him and we had a nice quiet hour or so until he woke back up again, him laying his head over my heart, our breath synchronized, a little bit of harmony that we could still enjoy. It’s the little things that make it worthwhile.