when the newborn bubble bursts
Because I’m not one to research I haven’t actually looked into the science behind this but…I’d say having four babies and experiencing the same realisation each time is evidence enough.
I’m convinced that at around the one-month mark the metaphorical baby bubble bursts and the things that didn’t phase you begin to become rather irksome. It’s a reality hit of a ‘this is my new reality’ kind. And it really does require a strong mental mindset to see past/through it.
Marigold is five weeks old today and over the past week I’ve been hyper-aware of this new phase with it’s mounting washing (2-3 loads a day at the moment), consistent food preparation (and subsequent piling up of dishes in the sink), school activity run-around and general mess that appears just as my back turns. If you’re a mum you know this story – the relentless, never-ending, round-and-round we go one.
This new phase has, for me, reinforced the following:
- designating time to having a babymoon is one of the best decisions I have made. I’m feeling so grateful that I carved out that space, organised support, had little to no expectations of myself and relished in Marigold’s newness.
- organisation is no longer a choice…it’s a must. There’s certain things that *must* get done each day or chaos ensues.
- clothes are one of the major contributors to aforementioned mess hence I’ve started sorting outgrown/winter clothes in preparation for warmer months. This also means packing away Poet’s clothes so they can be worn by Marigold in a few years time (this pleases me no end!) and, of course, sorting a big pile to be listed for sale over here (soon!).
- a deep spring clean is an absolute necessity. Sadly, we will be moving house again in 9months time and while it’s a long way off I know that it’s going to be much easier to sort/cull/declutter now than when I have a crawling baby.
- having four children really emphasises the fact that, despite my desire for simplicity, we still have too many toys. Alas, a ruthless sort is in order.
Also, just in case I haven’t mentioned it enough, I have a pressing desire to clean and sort and cull right now.
The weather plays a part, too. These August winds have me hunkered inside keeping everyone warm. They put me in a bit of a tizz each year and at the moment said tizz is amplified because I have been in a cocoon for the past month. The winds have a purpose though; they declutter the last of the leaves from the trees, clearing the earth in preparation for new growth. We’re affected too; if you’ve spent the past week blowing your nose you could say it’s your body cleansing mucous that’s built up over winter (that or it’s this awful flu that’s become a pandemic).
And so here I am, navigating new motherhood with four children. It requires patience, deep breaths, perspective, #gratitude, non-attachment to a sparkling house interior and a whole lot of laughs.
Despite my exhaustion (and at times, frustration) I fall into bed each night feeling very content. And reminding myself to go easy. After-all, the days are long but the years are short.