Motherhood.
Becoming a new mom is kind a slap in the face. Except the hand that slaps you is tiny and has knuckle dimples, so you really don't mind. You welcome it. Everyone tells you from the beginning that being a mom is so hard, but so worth it. And I knew it would be challenging. I didn't expect it to be a walk in the park, but really nothing can actually prepare you for motherhood. It's a total crash course on selflessness. You spend a few nights in the hospital with nurses waiting on you hand and foot, and then all of a sudden you're discharged from the place, they snap a photo of you and your new addition and give you a card that's all "Congrats! Thanks for coming! Best wishes! Okay now leave!" and they wheel you out to your car and wave goodbye. And then it's just you and your brand new baby. And no instruction manual.
Jack Otto Sewell. 9 lbs. 11 oz. (no one saw that one coming) and 21 3/4 inches long. Born April 5, 2015. His middle name comes from my grandfather on my mother's side, William Otto Short. |
In those first few weeks especially, you feel nearly any and all emotions that there are to feel. Bliss from those precious newborn snuggles. Exhaustion from the sudden lack of any sort of normal sleep schedule. Worry when your baby gets a red bump on his face, or coughs one too many times, or seems to spit up everything he just ate. Relief once you call your mom and are reassured that all of those things are completely normal and okay. Frustration when you can't seem to figure out what your baby needs. Guilt for feeling frustrated with your baby. Joy when they find comfort in you just holding them. Pride when your baby learns how to make a new face or to hold their own head up and you want to do is shout to the world "Everyone look at my baby! Watch him hold his wobbly head up ALL BY HIMSELF!!" Sadness when you feel like the really hard days are going to last forever. Sadness when you realize they're not. Happiness, anxiety, confusion, accomplishment. And love. So much stinkin' love that you feel like you might burst.
It's so easy to feel inadequate. Unprepared. There are so many moments of wondering if I'm doing it right. Moments when I question if I'm really cut out for this kind of responsibility. And it doesn't help when you finally get the nerve to venture out into public only to get some really concerned looks from people who are most likely thinking "teen mom!!!" ( I just have a baby face, alright?!) I realize that to many people I'm "too young" or "rushing things." In the eyes of the world, I'm probably not your typical almost-twenty-three year old. Especially once you get outside of Utah or Idaho. But then I look at Jack, and he flashes me one of his gummy, squinty-eyed smiles and I'm reassured that I'm enough. I'm enough for him and that's what's important. This phase of life is exactly where I need to be right now. Being Jack's mom has brought me so much fulfillment and purpose. Watching him grow and become more familiar with this world has brought me so much happiness. And watching Andy step up and become an amazing father has been possibly the greatest thing ever.
Mostly I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. I feel a new appreciation and respect for my own parents, because I'm kinda starting to get it now. They really meant it when they said they'd do anything for me and my siblings. I'm grateful for the family members and friends who offered help, advice, or a homemade meal in those first few days. For the sweet older couple who stopped to talk to me and Andy as we stood outside the really nice restaurant we stepped out of because Jack completely lost it for a bit. I was in tears, and they smiled understandingly and told us that it was okay. The man put his hand on my shoulder and told us that we were doing everything we could and that sometimes babies just cry. I'm grateful for my Heavenly Father for placing such tender mercies in my life, and for giving us this perfect little person to love. I'm so, so thankful for eternal families. At night after Jack dozes off to sleep, I'll sometimes just stare at him, and I'm literally left speechless thinking about how I get to keep him forever. It's incredibly humbling. My family is my joy and Jack is my little piece of Heaven. I've only seen the beginning of it all, but I can agree that motherhood is hard. Like, really hard. But it is so worth it.