Postnatal surprises

With two sets of antenatal classes, scouring of blogs and forums and a fair bit of book-learnin’, there are a few things I still wasn’t quite prepared for before getting to the other side of natality/natalism/the dark side of the moon. For instance…

1. The horror film bleeding
Disclaimer: this is gross but honest. People kept telling me that breastfeeding would keep my period at bay. I thought: “Score.” What I didn’t know was that I’d bleed for weeks post-birth. At times it’s been particularly, uh, interesting. About to rush out of the house, having gotten dressed up for church one Sunday, I could have sworn that I was peeing myself. Looked down and it was like a scene out of the Vampire Diaries (not a horror flick, I know, so shouldn’t fall under this subtitle but bear with me, the third one explains any randomness in this post). Blood bypassed the pad, seeped out on to the floor, necessitating a full change of clothing – which brings me to…

2. My wardrobe becoming virtually useless

The bump should have prepared me for this but I think somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind I figured that I’d be able to wear my clothes again after having the baby. I somehow forgot that breastfeeding would have something to say about that. Everything is either too short/tight to provide any cover for wapping my baby onto the boob or too fitted to facilitate my now unrealistically enormous “rack”. This latter point isn’t even an exaggeration. I’m talking my H-cup nursing bra being a bit on the snug side. I am now dumping almost every rag I own into a rubbish bag for storage until – when? Will Talitha feed for one or two years? Will there be another baby on the boob by then? Are we talking possibly four years then? Will these clothes still be relevant to my life?

3. The reality of baby brain
Generally, the more comfortable I am with someone, the more likely our conversations are to lose structure. It’s normal for me to flit from one topic to the next through the loose connective tissue of word association – it’s likely to be a baby-related word apparently. It seems that now the new lack of mental space has thrown this out of control. Laurence finds this at times frustrating but usually humorous. I often don’t understand why. Stronger evidence of baby brain has included accidentally attending an NCT nearly new sale in my bedroom slippers and standing on the pavement outside my house, having just put the baby in the car, with my boob hanging out in clear view.

4. All the emotions

I know I should have expected this, but its sheer intensity has surprised me. I am amazed at the heights brought on by my baby’s smell and by the twitches that will one day become her smile. It’s hard to explain, but at times holding her sleeping body against my chest makes me feel “more human”. But a throbbing headache, sleep deprivation, missing kittens and a baby who spends an entire day either feeding or crying is enough to send me over the edge, wondering if I’ve made a horrible mistake, if I’m cut out to be a mother, if I can do this. At least once each day I feel powerless. Then Talitha sleeps, I change her nappy and she looks at me instead of crying, the pram obeys me, I drink something hot before it goes cold and it feels like rhythm, even if inconsistent, is possible.


10 Comments

  1. Annalisa
    June 29, 2011 / 6:32 pm

    You can do it! You can do it! You can…missing kittens??? BOOB HANGING OUT??? I hope Talitha is just as scatterbrained as you are, just for the laughs 😛 On a more serious note, I think you underestimate yourself, you’ll be great! I can’t wait to hear about the next one…hop to it! *teases*  

    • June 30, 2011 / 9:30 am

      I’m not underestimating myself. Only being honest about feelings. But I appreciate what you’re trying to say. Uhh, next one? …

      • Annalisa
        July 5, 2011 / 7:58 pm

        Yes, yes, yes, a boy, or triplets. That will be amazing! :D:D:D

        • July 5, 2011 / 9:58 pm

          Jokes like that make me take contraception very seriously – about the triplets, not the boy. At any rate, I’ll have lots to forget before wanting to conceive again!

  2. June 29, 2011 / 6:33 pm

    I like the photo.  I completely agree.  I now make a point of telling my first time pregnant friends about the lochia.  No one wants to talk about that but it’s good to be prepared.  After sitting down for a couple of hours I was not prepared for the flood that awaited me!  And I share your ability to wander within conversations…much to my husband’s frustration/amusement, depending on his mood.  This did exacerbate for me with the baby brain and I still don’t think it is back in place.

    • June 30, 2011 / 9:33 am

      You’re doing a public service as far as I’m concerned. My mum kept telling me to get maternity pads but boy I could have done with some detail! I’m getting the impression, hearing from various mothers, that you never recover from baby brain…

  3. Angela
    June 29, 2011 / 6:34 pm

    🙂 Gross and compelling at the same time, its nice to know that after all the little troubles the big happy-go-lucky baby you have latched on your boob makes it all worthwhile!
    The floods don’t sound great though, i bet you feel really drained!
    How big are the boobs atm? going bigger than H? And how many people have seen ur boob now?
    My friend had her baby last year, was feeding him the other month in front of me (which was lovely actually) and did this trick of him falling asleep latched on and then slowly putting him in a car seat and releasing herself, tricky aha!!

    • June 30, 2011 / 9:36 am

      Yes she does make it worthwhile, though it doesn’t feel like it when I’m at the end of my resources at times! Possibly going bigger than H though maybe they’ll settle soon and I may just stay there. Got to do that trick! I’ve been nursing her to the car then quickly detaching before putting her in the seat. Your friend has mad skills.

  4. June 29, 2011 / 8:47 pm

    Ah, the bleeding – I forgot about that. I should have taken out shares in Tena Lady the amount of pads I got through. It does stop. Eventually. As for the breastfeeding, I developed a love/hate relationship with it. I loved it but felt such a huge amount of responsibility for keeping F alive that sometimes it was all a bit overwhelming. She only stopped properly a couple of weeks ago and I miss it. I do, however, now have boobs the size of small peanuts and all my pre-baby bras are too big. So make the most of those H-sized beauties while you have them, because you never know how long they’re going to stick around…

    • June 30, 2011 / 9:41 am

      You forgot? This is possible? I suppose the memory is easily obscured by getting poo in one’s eye. What you say about the breastfeeding speaks straight into my experience. Swap you your peanuts for my inevitable melons after? All through uni I had a repeated dream that I’d cut my melons off. At least now they’re serving a purpose…

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