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I sort of can’t believe this, but today is Chad and my five year anniversary! So, in honor of that very exciting milestone, I thought I’d share our makeshift-wedding-video with you guys.
The back story: We hired a fabulous photographer for our wedding, but decided against a videographer — I was worried that it would be too intrusive to have both, and really wanted to focus on experiencing the day as much as I possibly could. But, a few days before the wedding, I started having serious second thoughts — video is a totally different medium than photos, and what if I wanted to see those real, live moments in the future?
So I created a backup plan: at the rehearsal dinner, I gave my little Flip camera to my friend Loran, and asked him to capture some of the big moments — walking down the aisle, our first dance, cutting the cake, etc. And he did an amazing job! The camera quality wasn’t great (I would have given anything for an iPhone 5 in those days!) but he captured all those moments so I can remember them forever.
And about 18 months after our wedding, I finally turned those little clips into this video:
I’ve probably watched it a thousand times since then — it’s so wonderful to be able to relive that special day in a tiny way.
Five years later, I realize that our wedding day was just a day — a wonderful, incredibly special day, but still only one single day in our many-year marriage. But it was the day that we pledged to share our lives, forever, in front of all our family and friends, and that’s something incredibly special. Even if it was just one single day.
Everyone always says that marriage is work, and of course it is — but it’s also, by far, the single most wonderful aspect of my life. In this huge world with billions of places and people and things, I feel so lucky to have found this person who makes me better every single day, who cares about me and our dogs and our son so deeply, and who never fails to make me laugh, cheer me up, or fill me with the most intense gratitude for our wonderful life together.
So happy anniversary to my amazing husband. Five years down, at least fifty more to go.
Here is the thing about having a newborn:
Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. Maybe it’s the crying. Maybe it’s just frazzled hormones left over from growing another person in your body.
But, whatever the reason… it makes you a little nutso.
Not in a bad way, necessarily. But in this way: If my child is crying, there is literally nothing on this earth that is allowed to get between me and me ability to make him stop.
Unfortunately… our freezer tried to.
Remember how our first grocery store trip was fraught with peril? Well, baby Bear is several weeks older at this point, and we’ve had a couple of successful trips in between. So, at the beginning of this week, I took him to the grocery store, once again.
And you know what? It was fine. He was fed and lulled to sleep by the drive over, and I spent a solid twenty five minutes grabbing things off the shelves, piling them into a cart, and then paying for them without a peep.
I was feeling quite proud of myself, to be honest.
But… then we got in the car to go home.
And let me throw in a bit of background here: I have a new car, which is very exciting, but it’s not a car that I’m familiar with — it has this push-button to start, which apparently doesn’t work if you haven’t properly closed the trunk, which is not a big deal in 99.9% of situations, but when you are sitting in a hot car with a newborn in the middle of a Texas summer and your car won’t start, you get a little frazzled. To put it mildly.
So, in case you haven’t guessed where this story is going… I couldn’t get my car to start.
And when it finally did, baby Bear’s grocery store nap was decidedly over.
Cool, ok, right? Five minutes home, I can put away the groceries and feed this little baby. Everything is fine, I told myself. How far can he devolve in five minutes?
Fast forward to our arrival home, at which point baby Bear is starting to scream in the carseat, telling me in the clearest possible way he can that he is hungry, RIGHT NOW, LADY.
But I still have a carload full of groceries — including a whole bag of frozen items that had already sat in my hot car long enough to start melting. And, obviously that’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened… but this girl loves her ice cream. Preferably unmelted.
So I decided to put the frozen stuff away, as fast as I possibly could. I’d made it all the way to the grocery store; I really didn’t want our ice cream in my car trunk for another an hour.
So I started.
And let me tell you, putting away a single bag of frozen food takes literally twenty seconds, but do you know what I managed to do in those twenty seconds?
Pull our freezer drawer off its hinges, and then dislocate the plastic cover.
Yes, I single handed-ly trashed an entire freezer drawer in twenty seconds.
Because the baby was crying.
Last week, we had a similar incident: Chad came into the baby’s room at night and realized that one of our curtain rods had been pulled halfway across the room. When he asked how I possibly used that much force to open a curtain, I looked at him helplessly: “The baby was crying.”
Because, you see, when that baby cries, I lose my mind a little. (A lot.)
And here’s the thing, you guys: I am not normally like this. I’m more of a laid-back, calm and relaxed, go with the flow type of person.
But when it comes to that baby crying? I am suddenly like a wild beast, tearing down everything in my path.
So, this is being a mom, I guess. Blissful newborn caretaker half the time; Godzilla the other.
Tags: baby · life
A long time ago, long before I was pregnant or we were even thinking about it, I remember having a conversation with a group of girls at a party thrown by a friend, and one of them had just had a baby. And when we pestered her for advice, she passed on the following words of wisdom:
“It’s a lot at the beginning, taking care of a newborn. The best advice I have is that when things feel completely overwhelming, just wait a week and everything will be different.”
In the past six weeks, I’ve thought a lot about that advice, and I’ve come to the conclusion that she is the single smartest person in the universe.
I remember those first few days when we got home from the hospital, when I was terrified to leave Bear in another room for five seconds at a time. It didn’t matter if he was in the crib, the Boppy, awake or asleep, crying or not (and most of the time, obviously, he was crying) — spending five seconds without my eyes squarely focused on him was way too long. Anything can happen to a baby in five seconds.
And I vividly remember, during that period, walking downstairs to get a cup of coffee and seeing that our kitchen counter was piled high with dishes. There were mugs and plates and water glasses and the pan that we use for cinnamon rolls and forks and spoons all filling up our sink.
I remember seeing that and thinking to myself, “Oh my god. We have this baby, and now we are never going to have time to do dishes ever again.”
I just couldn’t fathom that this tiny creature’s demands would ever let up, that there might ever be a time that he would sit quietly for a minute or two, allowing me to, say, load and unload the dishwasher.
Nope. In my mind, as the mom of a three-day-old, it would never happen. We were literally never going to have five seconds free again, at least until Bear went off to college.
But, you know what? Wait a week. Or maybe six weeks, but you get the idea.
Last night, after Bear was asleep, but before Chad and I at dinner, I walked around the house cleaning up the little messes that had accumulated in the last month. I moved papers that had gathered in the wrong spots, I collected water glasses and receipts and baby products that were scattered around our living room and kitchen. I moved the car seat away from the center of living room. I opened the Amazon boxes. I did all those tiny little chores that we’ve so rarely had time to do for the last few weeks, and then I looked around our mostly clean house and felt the most incredible sense of relief.
Because no matter how overwhelming taking care of Bear was in those first few days: It got better. It got a lot easier, and it didn’t last forever. It was impossible to conceptualize it in those first few days, but my friend’s advice was spot on.
Sure, he still has bad nights and days where he cries so much that I feel completely overwhelmed and exhausted. But a few weeks have passed, and I can do the dishes. I can shower and put on makeup (sometimes). I can check my email and write a blog post here and there.
And I can look at our baby and think about how much he’s changed in the course of a month, how much more easily he can adjust to new things in the world, and how much bigger and stronger and healthier he seems now than in those terrifying newborn days.
This picture already feels like a lifetime ago.
Of course, the flip side to everything getting easier is that it seems like every day brings some tiny change, some small measure of independence from me and some tiny step towards becoming his own person.
I find myself getting a little bit sad with every milestone — the first time he fell back asleep on his own without me rocking him, I was relieved but also felt incredibly bittersweet. Someday, hopefully a long time from now, a day will come when I’ll rock him back to sleep for the last time, and after that he’ll do it on his own, without me — and as much as I’m grateful for all the ways he gets a little easier as he grows up, I’m also not rushing them, because I know someday I’ll miss these moments where he needs me for comfort, for all of the little things that I’m happy to provide him.
Because in a week, for better or worse, it might all be different.
Tags: baby · life