Sleep when the baby sleeps.
What about cry when the baby cries? Is that a thing?
Maybe we can blame it on the postpartum hormones, but when my baby cries, it does something to my heart. It’s not every cry. But it’s those late night, inconsolable, deep guttural cries. The piercing screams that sound like she’s in complete despair. Those are the ones. They shred my heart to pieces & sometimes I can’t help but cry along with her, all while rocking her to sleep. Anyone else done the same??
And then there are the beautiful tears. The times that I want to cry simply because I look at her little face & I’m overwhelmed with gratitude. I can’t believe I get to be her mama – & that she’ll never be this tiny again.
This postpartum season is a strange grab bag of emotions. Don’t get me wrong – I ADORE being a mama. And I can also go from elation to exhaustion to sadness and back to overwhelming joy in .5 sec flat. But it’s a beautiful mix, all these emotions at once.
