90 Days of Parenthood
Nardito and I have just returned from a few days traveling solo, without the engineer. Wow. What a difference it makes to have a second parent around! We were staying with friends, none of whom have children. I realized how different my life rhythms are 90 days later. We survived our 48 hours away and happily cozied up at home together as a family again.
In a section in the end of happiest baby on the block, the author notes that we live in a time people are raising children in nuclear families. And I am so grateful that James and I are not in fact doing this. We have a several spheres of loving support.
Our families have been tremendously helpful. Our neighbors at Midway (including the other new parents) have been amazing. And the moms group that I’ve joined have also been wonderful. (I’m the kind of person that’s reluctant to do something like join a new mothers group. But I’m so glad that I did.)
Special shout out to one of my best friends since high school, Margot, who forged this Motherhood and business woman path ahead of me. She has been not only giving us material items, but also sharing wisdom and making sure that we take the time to reflect on and enjoy parenting.
Our baby book has lots of blank space for writing. I haven’t filled out much of it yet. I would have excessed that chore, though the legacy of both my and the engineer’s lengthy baby books keeps the guilt on that front going. But I have been taking an absurd amount of pictures. An astute reader will have noticed the distinct shift in my instagram feed. So far he’s been to Maine and Rhode Island and the Berkshires. He’s taken adventures into the North End and Brookline. He’s been to Chinatown. Erupted in his first fit of giggles. Endured bath time without tears. And received a blessing from the priest at the new Shrine of Our Lady of Good Voyage.
Challenges & Solutions
Balance has not been attained, but the idea of it seems like less than a mirage week by week.
These things are what we have worked on together:
Learning to nurse in bed and Nardito’s growing head control were game changers for me. Learning his cues, particularly for sleep, was key.
Figuring out what to wear for easy breastfeeding access that wasn’t looking like pajamas. After spending much of the winter in layers of leggings and dark colors I was ready to slip back into my spring clothes. They fit, mostly. Though many of them weren’t quite suitable to feeding the baby and absorbing spit up.
Finding time to exercise. Once my baseline strength came back, I wanted to be moving and getting back to the yoga studio. Having trouble finding the time. The downtime I get is filled up with my own basic needs (shower anyone?) and my work. I’ve been fitting little bits in here and there. And when I can find an uninterrupted stretch of time I pull out the yoga mat and put on Yoga with Adriene.
More in Love Every Day
This selfie pretty much sums it up!