Each time I have a new baby, I feel trapped in a land of limbo. Stuck in the baby bubble, where it's so easy to feed and stare at your bub and let the rest of the world go to hell. At the same time, longing to get out and amongst it again
Each time I feel a little isolated, like the world is moving forward and I'm not sure how to get on board too. This time I know it will just take a little time before I swept up in it all again. Time for me to get used to being this child's mama. For him to get used to being in the world.
Each time, I feel like I'm watching the world from behind a glass wall. I miss my husband and my other kids. My friends. Even though they're right here. I don't quite understanding why I feel that way.
It's a time where days have no start and no end. No day and no night. It's just feed, burb, settle. Feed, burp, settle. Stuff everything else - life, eating, bathing, sleeping - into the snatches in between.
At the same time, this will soon be a memory. The days will become longer, nights shorter. Life will swallow us up again