Three weeks ago, today, I gave birth to my son. He’s asleep now in my room. After a night of non-stop nursing and crying, we’re all exhausted. I took a shower this morning and had Peter bring me Noah. He immediately calmed down and fell fast asleep in my arms. Skin to skin, cradled against my chest, warm water washing over his tiny body. A quiet moment of relief for all of us. I wondered if it reminded him of the womb. It’s the still moments like these that bring relief to the blistery raw moments of the day where his crying is unquenchable.
Noah has what I believe is acid reflux, or gerd. Zoe had it too, but unlike Zoe’s, which showed up the day she was born, Noah’s took two weeks to arrive. For two weeks I had a quiet, content and happy baby. I danced around my house thanking God for letting me experience what other moms get to have. A baby that’s not in pain. A happy newborn. And for two weeks it was wonderful, and it gave me the exact time I needed to prepare for my LCCE exam. And then, it came…the deluge of screams that last for hours, crippling my heart and making me question my self as a comforting mother figure. It was once called colic but now we know better, it’s reflux. I’ve managed to keep my self steady. I know this time how to fix it, somewhat. Cut out dairy (among other things), have Noah adjusted by a chiropractor, get him on reflux meds. We’ve started the meds yesterday, and I’m noticing small improvements already.
I’m counting my blessings and choosing to keep my emotions above water (easier said than done, especially at 4am). Zoe went undiagnosed for 8 weeks, and in the midst of that I was suffering with Postpartum depression, those were days of desperate surrender to the sacrifice of motherhood. This time we’re finding it sooner…and that’s good. This time I’m proactive about fighting PPD. I know he’ll be better soon, and that’s comforting. But in the meantime, my heart is walking a fine line of feeling sorry for myself and kicking myself for having any feelings of self-pity. I remind myself that he’s healthy, he’s mine, he’ll be okay.
Look at my sweet girl. I can barely remember the weeks that we struggled with this, especially now, she’s so entirely happy and peaceful. I remind myself of what’s ahead and to take time to savor these sweet newborn days, despite the screaming. I’m choosing gratitiude, counting my blessings and walking with acceptance of what is given to me. Noah’s name means peaceful, and he may not be peaceful now, but he will be. In my arms, surrounded in love and gratitude I bless God for my son, for his healing, for his recovery, for his life, and for more sleep. Amen.