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I finally feel like I love Sybil. Like really love her, not just love her because she’s my child and I’m supposed to love her. The kind of love that makes your heart swell. The kind of love that only came for me after having children. The kind of love that makes getting up in the morning a joy even after a sleepless night.
I didn’t always feel this love for Sybil. With Lawson the love I felt was all consuming and immediate. I assumed I’d feel the same way when Sybil was born. I believed everyone that said your heart just gets bigger when you have another child. But the feelings never came. And then she was, and still is, a hard baby. It made it harder for me to love her. I wondered “why don’t I love my baby?”
We spent many, many hours listening to Sybil scream and trying our hardest to get her to sleep, or at least calm down. It was heartbreaking. I wanted to soothe her and felt helpless that I couldn’t figure her out. The constant attempts to calm her hurt my ears and made my head and back ache. Even my feet ached from carrying her around rocking and bouncing.
After suffering from reflux and gas pains, she is much, much better. She’s still a terrible sleeper though. At over 4 months old, she has never slept through the night. She doesn’t even come close. Most nights she wakes up every 2-4 hours. I’m fortunate I don’t have to get up for work in the morning and can nap during the day if Lawson and Sybil sleep at the same time. Still it’s frustrating and tiring after 4 months without more consistent sleep.
I’ve struggled with my feelings about Sybil. I remember telling my mom I wasn’t sure if I even liked her, much less loved her. My mom assured me I would once I got some sleep. Jim and I had several conversations about it. He even tried to convince me it was okay if I never felt that deep love for her. Sybil had plenty of other people in her life to love and support her. Of course, it wasn’t okay with me! I wanted my little girl to feel loved by her momma.
Around Sybil’s 100th day, something started to shift. I began to have stronger and stronger feelings of love towards her. Sybil’s smiles make me smile. Maybe it’s because we’ve spent so much time together, but I think I make her smile like no one else can (well except maybe her daddy…she’s definitely a daddy’s girl).
I honestly don’t know what finally changed. Did Sybil and I get to know each other? Develop a rhythm? Did she just outgrow the newborn stage? Did I have a mild case of postpartum depression? I guess the why probably doesn’t matter.
As I sit here typing with tears in my eyes, I wonder how I could have ever questioned my love for her. I am so very grateful to have two wonderful children that I love with all my heart. I could not be prouder to be their momma.
If you find yourself struggling with similar feelings, be gentle. Give yourself permission to feel whatever you are feeling. Be patient. I promise the love will come. And when it does, it will all be worth it.
Finally, to my sweet little lady Sybil, if you ever read this please know how much you are loved by your momma. I can’t imagine our lives without you. As a wise man once said “I feel like my family is now complete.”
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Heading to the mailbox during the holidays is one of my favorite activities. I love to receive cards from friends and family, especially those that I don’t see in person often. I haven’t been very good about sending them myself in the past, but with Sybil’s arrival this year it was the perfect occasion to send birth announcement holiday cards.
Tiny Prints has a vast selection of holiday card options, including cards specifically for baby’s first Christmas. I was tempted to go with one of those, but couldn’t pass up this white glitter holiday card. The white background worked wonderfully with our photos. The gold glitter adds an understated elegance. The best part is the glitter doesn’t come off and leave a glitter trail!
It’s easy to add a return address and Tiny Prints will even print your recipient addresses for free! Sadly, I wasn’t prepared enough with all the addresses when I placed my order. You can bet I’m keeping a much better list for next year!
I absolutely LOVE how our cards turned out this year. I do have one pet peeve though…it drives me nuts that I didn’t list Cole before Kartak on our return address. It should have been in alphabetical order. Oh the pitfalls of having different last names!
Lawson loves going through our stack of holiday cards. It occupies him for a solid 10 minutes, which is as much as any other activity these days. I think he especially likes to look at cards with kids. It’s fun to watch him study them!
Thank you to Tiny Prints for partnering on this post. As always, all opinions are my own.
With both Lawson and Sybil’s births, I had such great experiences with our doctors and nurses. To express our thanks, I put together these hospital gift packages. While I’m sure it isn’t expected, it was important to me to give a small token of our appreciation for taking care of me in my most vulnerable moments and our little ones in their first days of life. Not to mention my primary doctor and physician’s assistant that delivered Lawson and Sybil!
For my doctor and physician’s assistant, I picked this fleur de sel see salt and salt container, both purchased at urbAna in Phoenix, along with a squeeze mug from Lafayette Avenue Ceramics. With Lawson’s birth, my doctor came in after her day was supposed to end to perform my c-section. After a long day of labor, I was ready to get Lawson out safely, but was also nervous about surgery. It was such a relief to have the doctor I’d seen throughout my pregnancy there. With Sybil’s birth, I was more than a little nervous about a repeat c-section. My physician’s assistant visited me in the hospital before the surgery and put me at ease.
For the numerous nurses that cared for us, I gave them the choice of either a standard wax candle or SLATHERlotions mini body lotion or face and hand cream. As first time parents, the nurses taught us how to change a diaper, swaddle and bath our little one. With Sybil we were veterans that knew how to use that call button to ask for help as we knew we’d soon be on our own at home!
Speaking of Sybil, she’s been sleeping 12 hours at night while waking once for a feeding. After 10 weeks of her waking up every 2-3 hours, it feels amazing. It’s only been three nights, but I think we’re on to something good. Not only is she sleeping longer, she’s doing it in her crib! Prior to Saturday, she had only slept in her crib once. Now she will even fall asleep on her own. Fingers crossed I haven’t just jinxed myself and it continues.
Our sweet little Sybil entered the world on August 25th at 1:35pm. The doctors and nurses immediately proclaimed her “perfect.”
Unlike Lawson’s emergency c-section, Sybil’s birthday was planned and scheduled in advance. We were even given the choice of two dates. Of course, we took the earlier one (that and she’d share a birthday with Blake Lively)! Since they don’t want you to go into labor, the c-section is scheduled at 39 weeks. Those last few weeks are so uncomfortable that I wasn’t complaining.
I was oddly much more nervous for the c-section this time around. Maybe because I knew how painful the recovery would be. Also, I was scared to be cut open again. No matter how many times it’s been performed, it’s still major surgery with risks. Whenever I would get scared in the months leading up to it, I would try to push the thoughts out of my mind.
The morning of August 25th started like any other. We didn’t have to be at the hospital until 9:30 so I had time to get ready and play with Lawson. The hardest part of the morning was remembering I couldn’t eat or drink anything.
When it was time to leave, I gave Lawson extra hugs and kisses. I managed to hold back tears until we got in the car. Before this I had only been away from him for one night. Now I knew we’d be apart for 3 or 4 nights. Not to mention we’d be rocking his world by bringing home a little sister. It might be irrational, but I was also scared of dying during surgery and never seeing my little boy again.
I calmed down before we arrived at the hospital. We checked in, made our way to the room and started monitoring Sybil and me. The monitoring straps were really uncomfortable and kept sliding off. They made me feel claustophobic. Because I was nervous, I kept having to go to the bathroom. Each time they’d have to unhook me. Finally they decided I didn’t need to be monitored anymore, which was a huge relief.
Our surgery was scheduled for 11:30am. Everything seemed to be on track…until it wasn’t. Our doctor had another patient and was waiting for her to deliver. Oddly the extra time really helped to calm my nerves. The physician’s assistant that I saw for almost every prenatal appointment was going to assist in the c-section and was already at the hospital. She stopped by our room to chat and put me at ease. I told her I was scared and she validated my feelings. That and she’s just funny and was able to lighten the mood.
By the time we got word around 12:45pm that our doctor was on the way, I was ready to go. I put on my super-sexy bonnet and Jim got into his scrubs. They wheeled me around the corner and I walked into the operating room (with Lawson they had to transfer me since I’d already had an epidural). The mood in the operating room was light and upbeat. The anesthesiologist gave me the spinal and soon I couldn’t feel anything.
Jim joined the operating room. At 1:28pm they cut me open. Seven minutes later, at 1:35pm, Sybil Adelaide Cole was born. They brought her over to me for a quick look and then took her to be cleaned and checked. Jim recorded her birth on my phone. I didn’t know if it would be too much to watch, but I actually love it. It’s a memory we’ll cherish forever.
It took 45 minutes to stitch me back up and then we were on our way to recovery for 2 hours. I breastfed Sybil for the first time and they monitored both of us before we went to our final room where we’d be for the rest of our stay.