Newborns and Post Partum: Piece O' Cake....Sort Of

My child was an angel.

He was like clock work. Every 3 hours, he'd wake up to be fed, cuddled, and back to sleep. I was elated that I had such a good baby.

The one thing that was hard to get used to was the crying. Not his, mine. Everything made me cry. I'd cry because I was happy. I'd cry because I was frustrated. I'd cry when I was angry. And the most annoying cry, was the cry I had over nothing at all.

My husband, God love him, is a good man, but he is not the most sensitive guy at times. He really didn't know what to do with this weepy crying wife. I'm a bit more of a feisty person, strong willed and stubborn. I did not feel any of those things in the first few weeks after delivery.

When you are dealing with a little one, you get used to the feeling of tiny hands, tiny feet--in general, a tiny body. When I curled up with my husband those first few days after Noah was born, Shane felt like a giant to me. But I liked it. He felt strong. I felt weak. Much like the "non-stop nausea/vomiting during pregnancy", I was convinced I would never stop crying. But alas, each day that went by, I felt a little bit stronger. The evenings were the hardest for me. Shane was at work all day and by the evening I was getting tired and a little antzy. He may not have believed it with all the crying and anxiety, but I was relieved everytime he walked through the door.

By day 9, I felt like I was getting into the swing of things. I had my moments, but Noah was SO good. Then day 10 happened and my motherly instincts were about to be tested in a way I would not enjoy.