I’d forgotten what it was like to live like this — running nonstop, spending my entire day putting out fires.
Inching out from under the sleeping baby to nominally prepare myself for the day. Making the Kindergartener’s lunch. Preparing bottles for two, sippy cups for two. Waking and dressing three (except one never needs to be woken — he’s always squawking in his crib before I’m ready to get him). Feeding everyone. Cleaning up each in turn. Dealing with the inevitable spit-up and leaky diapers as they (sometimes literally) come at me. Brushing teeth and hair. Hugging and kissing my loves as they walk out the door.
Washing dishes, changing diapers, breaking up fights, nursing the baby, making bottles, preparing meals, wiping counters, attempting laundry, emptying the trash, stealing the spilled-over recycling back from the toddler. Over and over again.
Anticipating a break because everyone has finally been fed and the littlest ones are finally napping, only to have them both wake up on you. Rejoicing at getting all three boys to bed, only to have the baby wail for hours. Soaking in the quiet after everyone else in the house has fallen asleep, only to find it impossible to keep my eyes open.
The Kindergartener keeps asking to do his math games on my computer, but I’ve hardly turned it on in weeks, let alone taken the time to figure out the login his teacher sent home from school.
I’m not sure I’m feeding or bathing or holding the baby enough. This morning I left her in spit-up-soaked clothing for hours because she fell asleep before I had time to change her.
One child has been manufacturing drama to get my attention, another has been going overboard in telling me how much he loves me. The third just wants to be held. (Also, he’s about to turn two and expertly playing the part already.)
I’m edgy — worn thin and anxious about how little capacity I’ve had to tap out my thoughts (presidential campaign! drama at my alma mater! life with a new baby!) on the keyboard. Hence this quick attempt at a blog post via smartphone.
I’m tired, but the wired sort of tired where you hardly sit down for fear you won’t be able to get back up again. Brennan is more tired than I am — migraine tired, asleep-on-your-feet tired.
Yet it is good, living like this.
I’d forgotten how delightfully smushy a newborn feels in your arms. I’d forgotten how they smile in their sleep and splay their hands out in front of them. I’d forgotten how a baby’s big siblings will fall over each other to be close to her.
I’d forgotten how much easier, despite all the work and all the rushing, it is to acclimate to having a new baby in your home when you’ve done it a few times already.
I’d forgotten how nice it is to hand off your baby to a room full of eager family members and then how much sweeter it is to get her back from them when the party’s over.
I’d forgotten how generous people can be.
I’d forgotten about all the looks of love and longing you see aimed in your direction when you carry a new baby around with you.
Yes. It is good, living like this.
(Even when you need to remind yourself of the fact as you run from one fire to the next.)
It is good.
5 thoughts on “Putting Out Fires”
I’ve thought of how much I miss your posts re politics more than once since we find ourselves watching multiple debates a week now! And I think I texted you about how I’d love to hear your thoughts about your alma mater. In due time, Julie! Snuggling your smushy newborn takes priority! I’m looking forward to snuggling your baby (girl) soon. 🙂
Well written example of the crazy normal life of mothers. Thanks for putting words to the reason we ask ourselves, ” Why am I so stressed? I’m ‘just a mother’.”
Thanks for sharing- this will be me in a few months…I so needed to read this. 😉
Love that photo of your biggest boy holding your precious baby girl. So very sweet. Hoping you find respite from the fires and YAY for being able to carve out a little time to get thoughts down on the blog. I always feel that that time is so good for me. Hope it feels great to get something written!
Thanks for the update, Julie. I’m glad that you are all well. Congratulations, again. Love to all of you! Cathy