I had never in all the years I've know him seen G so uncertain about anything as he was about taking care of our baby. He asked question after question, like I knew much more than he did. I was probably just as lost. I was literally making it up as I went, and I still am. I was a little shocked by this new side of my know-it-all husband, and I didn't really like it. It's hard when you're used to someone always knowing the best way to handle things and all of a sudden you're put in the position of chief decision maker. I'd be lying if I said I handled it well. I was an absolute mess. Think two year old who just dropped her ice cream cone and let go of her balloon at the same time. I tried to pretend that I had it all together, but there were plenty of days that I sat and cried with my pitiful acid-reflux plagued baby. The learning curve was steep.
The night we brought him home from the hospital we had arranged our room with the Pack-N-Play on the opposite side of the room from our bed. I figured he'd be in the room and when he cried I'd just jump up and tend to him quickly before I laid him right back down. Yep. It was two hours after bed time before I had instructed G to move that baby bed right up next to my side of our bed so our late night rendezvous would be easier. It wasn't long before I realized that if I ever wanted too sleep more than thirty minutes at a time that I would have to sleep with J on my chest...in our bed. So much for the 'no baby in the bed' rule. Best laid plans, right? That was just one instance when my expectations did not nearly match my reality and I was forced to reevaluate my ideas.
I remember debating whether to wake J up to bathe him before bed because I was scared getting him of his routine would throw the whole thing out of whack. If J falls asleep before supper after a big day, I usually can't even enjoy my meal because I'm too worried about whether I should wake him up to eat. Just tonight, I decided to workout before I put J to bed, but he fell asleep with G before I finished. Of course I'm struggling with the idea of whether I should wake him up to nurse (I'm crazy, right?!) or just let him sleep. Typing it out now, it seems ridiculous, but I actually stressed over it! I'm sure I'm not the only one either, come on people! All of these 'decisions' are silly and probably won't have much weight in the long run, but that's what I do. I have an inner dialogue running all. day. long. Every day. And, I know I'm not alone.
I hear my friends stressing over how they just don't know how they're going to 'do it all.' Whether it's going back to work after a baby or having a second, third, or fourth child, no one knows how they're going to handle what's coming. But, somehow everyone manages to succeed. I was worried to death about being a working mother, but I've been handling it pretty well. While pregnant with her second child, my friend was terrified that she wouldn't be able to handle raising two children, but she has done a fabulous job loving and caring for both of her girls. I have a friend that just found out that she is pregnant with her third child. Although she hasn't told me as much, I'm sure she is having doubts about how she'll handle her two lively boys plus an infant.
The truth is, no one knows how they do it all. They just do it. Every day, they get up and do their job as a mother, a wife, a daughter, etc. Before I started my first year of teaching, I worried about how I'd manage my own classroom. When I decided to go to grad school, I wondered how I could possibly handle being a full-time student and a full-time teacher, but I surprised myself. I've mentioned in previous posts how I panicked when I found out I was pregnant. I was terrified by the thought of balancing motherhood and my career, but I've managed. I've adapted. I prioritize. I work harder than ever. I'm sure that I'll panic when and if, God-willing, we ever get pregnant with baby number two, but I'm also sure that I'll adapt again.
As mothers, we're met with situations multiple times every day where we're expected to make the best decisions for our families. We don't know that our decisions are going to the best choice, but we trust our instincts, and sometimes our mothers or grandmothers, and we do what we think is right. We pray, in my case, more that we ever have. I've never been closer to God as I am now. Something about the role of motherhood, whether it is the enormity or the difficulty, pushes me to call on Jesus. We prioritize. Frivolous things that we used to think were important when we were single become less so when we have a family. We plan. Planning comes with the territory. Even if your child isn't strictly scheduled, you still have to plan ahead if you ever want to do anything away from your house. We adapt. Oh, you mean your plans go on without a hitch every time? Yeah, I didn't think so. We are literally making it up as we go. We're not 'winging it' per se, but there is no manual for this life. We don't know what tomorrow holds, but we do know Who holds tomorrow. So, I'm going to trust my instincts and make it up as I go.
Are you ever worried about handling future responsibilities? Have you worried about it in the past? How did you adapt?