I want to post a little bit about a certain subject, because I feel like little is said on the subject in our little world. That subject is, making the transition to mommyhood, especially as an...older mom (30+ or so - in Albuquerque, this makes you a grandmother). I've surmised from talking to others and from web forums that my reactions are not rare.
It's rough. I don't know how many times I have mourned the loss of my old life and my ability to do as I please, accomplish things as I see fit. I got so incredibly nervous as Melchi's due date neared, feeling so unprepared. Afterward, I had silent fits as the house sat a wreck for months (and don't even get me started on the unorganized areas). I've had non-silent tirades about my frustrations, which poor Melchi and Mike have had to endure.
Sometimes, the response I get is to do the popular American think, which is to think we can have children conveniently and simply shuffle them off to the sidelines of life as babies while we continue as normal, almost as if nothing miraculous happened when they came into our lives. Meanwhile, many mothers in this country quietly make their children the center of their lives, whether they always enjoy this or not. We do this because we feel it's the right thing to do and that there is no other option. We realize that as they grow older, we'll have more "free time" to do our own thing again. But when the situation demands it, we must put aside some of our tasks to tend to the emotional needs of a baby. At times, we must also ignore the house as we catch up on our sleep.
What I'm saying is, yes, I haven't had a day without Melchi since he was born, and I don't want one. But I have minimum periods of time that I require here and there alone to feel "normal" again. Even so, I don't feel like my mental mom conversion is complete, but I'm a lot farther along than I was several months ago.
