Moving With An Infant: Not as Terrible As It Sounds

We've known for a while that we might be moving this year.  We had been hoping to delay it until Spring, mostly because it seemed like a nightmare to move during winter and but also because we knew that we would have a newborn during late fall this year, greatly exacerbating the complexity of the move.  However, we concluded just after the birth of our son that it was actually critical for us to move sooner than later, so I was suddenly faced with what I considered a worst-case relocation scenario: selling the house during holiday season, with a new baby, moving in the dead of winter, all on a super tight budget. Yuck.

Housing Crisis

I have been trying, and failing, to write this post for an entire month.

We are selling our house and I'm pretty sad.  It's a house that we moved into with our older baby, and where I have been nursing our new baby.  It was the first place I have lived in my almost forty years that I thought I could stay in forever. 

On One Hand

The newest member of our family is already five weeks old, and there is no doubt that despite my efforts to stay relaxed about everything, I am itching to get stuff done, and to get out and about more than I did when we had our first son.

As a result, when the baby refuses to sleep in the crib, which is common for most of his designated naps, I'm instead walking around with him slung over one arm, seeking tasks that can be accomplished while using the other available hand.  I'm learning fast and sometimes take pleasure in this most supreme multi-tasking challenge.

Another Day Before

Several years ago, I wrote a post about some feelings I was having after my first son was born.  He came into the world suddenly, significantly early and largely without warning.  It struck me how we feel one way on a certain day, and then suddenly something major happens, and everything is topsy-turvy, never to be exactly the same as it was.  I was intrigued by looking backwards at the feelings and details of life just prior to the event, fascinated by of the blissfully-unaware-of-what's-coming feeling, and by how the curve ball comes and rearranges life forever.

Today is a new version of that feeling, because I already know that today is another one of those days before.  I am already tuned in to the fact that tomorrow morning, somewhere around 7:30 a.m., my life will be forever changed.  This is what it is to have a scheduled delivery of your baby.  Not a method in favor by the doulas and midwives so in vogue right now, but the method that is the best for me in this particular pregnancy.

Getting Dressed for Motherhood

Since I never pictured myself as a mother until I was actually pregnant the first time, I also never took notice prior to that moment of some of the daily tricks of motherhood.  Getting dressed is one of those tricks, which might sound a little silly.  But think of it this way: you're you, and then you're you feeling like crap every day for several months (at least), and then you're you with an extra forty extra pounds (give or take), but all the while still taking care of things at home and going to work and maybe exercising and probably experiencing change of seasons.  During this part, you are probably still at least occasionally (or for some, often) physically uncomfortable.  Also your breasts have changed size, maybe more than once, and even your feet have maybe changed size, either permanently, or just temporarily.  Every day you're trying to get dressed for all of that, probably without an unlimited budget and probably without a lot of extra free time to figure it out.