Back in November, I wrote a post called "Keeping it real", in response to questions from people who wondered whether my life at home is perfect, and whether the positive image I always try to display on the blog has anything to do with reality.
Well, I thought that now that we have a baby around here, it's time to get back to the topic. First, I still fully stand behind what I said then:
"What I write on my blog rarely conveys my everyday frustrations; instead, I try to focus on the more profound, lingering satisfaction of being a wife and having my own home to tend to."
The way I see it, it's only reasonable to assume that any real person behind any website, blog, column or book might have details about his or her life they choose not to share. I sure have my little everyday setbacks, but it doesn't make my overall happiness and contentment any less sincere.
I also wrote:
"Having a baby will produce a shift in our schedule, availability, mobility, plans, routine, and family dynamics."
Well let me tell you, ladies - two months ago, I knew this in theory, but I wasn't even close to realizing how truthfully this statement would reflect our life. These days, apart from taking care of the baby, pretty much everything else is put aside. Yes, dishes and laundry are still done, and we still shower every day and find time for regular meals, but otherwise - cleaning schedule, cooking, baking, other projects - forget about it. Also, no longer we are free as birds to go out anytime we like, anywhere we want. Many times, a conversation over the phone is stopped because baby is crying. The needs of a tiny human being must be taken into consideration at all times, and often override our own.
And that's alright.
I'm pretty sure I'm as sleep deprived as any new mother out there. Our baby doesn't automatically adapt to our schedule. She's hungry, she's fussy, she needs to be changed, bathed and dressed - and not necessarily when it's convenient for us.
And that's alright, too. Yes, my baby keeps me awake at night, but instead of being frustrated about it, I think of all the women out there who would give anything to be kept awake by their child - and their arms are still empty. And I realize, yet again, how very fortunate I am.
This, in my book, means keeping it real.