I am on maternity leave. This "time off" has been passing week by week, yet somehow I still feel like I am floundering a bit in finding my direction with it. I am awkward in it.
An example of this is how I have lived the past 20 minutes. I made lunch and sat down. Miriam was resting by herself. Then I decided to it would be nice to watch something on TV, I started and stopped 3 different movies. The first with subtitles, that won't work because I can't look at screen while nursing, etc., the second was too violent, the third I started and was just getting into when Miriam wanted to nurse. I nursed her, then she threw up, pooped through diaper. I changed her and kept trying to watch the movie. Then I finished my lunch. Miriam was falling asleep on me and then I remembered I wanted to practice my baby massage on her while Nori was napping still. She wasn't into the massage, and started to cry. I couldn't have her wake up Nori, so I stopped. But I didn't want to redress her in case I could do it later. I stopped the movie, but put some music on to keep Miriam soothed. I held Miriam, made a cup of tea, and attempted to read my book. Miriam fell asleep and I thought I "should" write on blog, so I transferred her to the couch.
I long for a guide to navigate me through this time. Something to help me manage the "wants", the "shoulds", the "need tos" that are in my head.
One voice says take care of yourself- watch movies, read books, drink tea.
Another says enjoy the newborn and do extra "super mom" stuff- learn baby massage, hold her for her naps, take her photo.
There's also the productive voice that tells me to put Miriam down if
she's sleeping and do the laundry, clean out a cupboard, pay the bills.
This is all on top of the requirements of the day that can't be avoided- feeding everyone, changing diapers, taking Nori to the potty, dressing ourselves.
So, you can see it can be a bit schizophrenic, this maternity leave thing. Which voice do I follow? There is no boss or deadline or way to measure my days. Just me, my voices, and these two crazy kids. Every day. All day.
The outside voices of others say, "Enjoy your time off." or "Hope you're getting a lot done." or "You won't have time off like this again until you're retired." Although there are all well meaning,
these comments are anxiety producing for me because I fear- am I doing it right? They all emphasize how fast these time is going, which I realize and causes even more anxiety. Am I enjoying her enough? Am I resting enough? Am I getting enough done?
Of course all this "time off" is through the lens of sleeplessness and a good bit of hormonal instability. I was talking about my misdirection in this season with a friend this morning and she asked me to look at my time like a pie chart.
If that's the case, I would wager that 40% is spent in required activities- feeding, dressing, diapering, potty time, dishes. These we must do to survive. Another 10% is spent doing house stuff- laundry, cleaning, organizing. These things don't "have" to be done but if I don't do them I would be living in pig sty and really lose my sanity. That leaves 50% of my time to choose how to use.
I would guess I spend 20% enjoying Miriam's newborn-ness, playing with them both, or Nori centered activities. The other 20% I do things for me: naps, tea,friends, exercise, coffee (actually this should be under the required survival category)books, movies.
That leaves 10%.
This is the time I am trying to make "count." I have thoughts of how I wish I could write and publish a book on this topic of maternity leave during maternity leave to help other women. (Yes, sleeplessness causes unrealistic visions of grandeur.) I should be making all my christmas gifts, canning applesauce, and cleaning out cupboards. I can feel unnecessary guilt at not tackling these. This would be one of my main topics in my book- let go of quilt and any desire to be accomplished:)
I had my 6 week postpartum check yesterday. It was nice to have a chance to sit and process Miriam's birth. To pause in all this "doing" to realize- a being, a LIFE, came through me and into our home and hearts. Regardless of how I am spending my days (and nights,) this is the highest calling- to be aware of the divinity all around me.To be present.
May this voice to "be present" be louder than all the others. Whether working at a job or on maternity leave, my family (me included) is not something to be managed- but enjoyed.
So as the day comes with all of its shoulds, wants, and have-tos, I hope to be present. The day will pass, one way or the other. My maternity leave will end soon. I hope the memories are snapshots of beauty and not any great accomplishment. Then maybe years from now, I will come back to this blog posting and write that book.
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