8 weeks into motherhood.

My baby is eight weeks old. Eight! I can't believe how fast the time has gone, but also how much I've learnt in that time.

Lessons in parenthood?

Let me tell you on thing that I have learnt, and that's that there is no set rule on how to be a parent. There is no one size fits all, rather more the case of 'winging it'. However, it's amazing how much Edith has taught me, not just about being a mum, but about myself in general. 

When we first laid eyes on Edith, it's safe to say that our whole world changed. We became a family of three, rather than just a married couple. I can't say that our new lifestyle has become a big shock though. I won't pretend that the first couple of weeks of sleepless nights weren't hard, but they weren't impossible. Becoming a parent is all about finding what works for you and your baby. It's not about following a book on parenthood.

Sleepless nights?

What is sleep? No, in all honesty, we have been pretty lucky with Edith, in that she does sleep pretty well at night. In the first two weeks though, we were like walking, talking zombies. Edith did not like sleeping anywhere that wasn't on me. I did end up co-sleeping with her, because it was the only way that we would get any form of rest. However, co-sleeping just wasn't for me. I didn't feel safe having her in the bed with us, so we were desperate for something to help our baby sleep. That's when we invested in a Sleepyhead Deluxe+, and let me tell you, it was the best thing we ever did. Edith loves it, sleeps in it, and gives us the sleep that we need!

Dobby likes the Sleepyhead too!
Crying cues

I was always told that I would know what my baby would want when she cries. I don't. Instead, I work with the power of elimination to try and work out what it is she wants. That doesn't mean to say that I don't know when shes just stirring, as opposed to crying. If Edith is hungry, it's pretty obvious that shes hungry, what with the rooting and hand sucking, but I'd be lying if I said I knew every time she cried.

Keeping my identity

Before becoming a mum, I swore to myself that I would make sure that I'm still doing things for me. That might sound selfish, especially when my baby is still so young, but from what I've learnt over the last few weeks is that it's so important to not lose who I am.

When I say 'do things for me', I mean putting on a bit of make up, maybe paint my nails, or even just enjoying a hot cup of tea. Something that I can do for me. Something that gives me a small break from being a milk machine.

Getting out of the house is so important.
Worrying never stops

If you've read some of my earlier posts, especially the pregnancy related ones, you'll know that I was pretty anxious whilst I was pregnant. That hasn't stopped. That doesn't mean to say that I worry about everything, because I don't, but I think that's because I avoid putting myself in a situation where I'll worry about Edith.

Love, love, love

I heard a lot of comments, whilst being pregnant, about how much love I'd feel for my baby and how it's unlike anything I will have ever felt. That was the truest piece of information I think I ever received.

Well, I thought I knew what love was, especially after being married and having a pretty big family, but then Edith was born. Truly, I've never known love like this, ever (sorry Max!). No, in all seriousness, it's a completely different kind of love. The kind of love where everything that you do becomes about that tiny, wrinkly human, and being 100% ok with doing it. Just magical.

My best friend. x

What were some of your favourite things that you learned with a newborn?

Thanks, lovelies.


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