I'm not a newborn person. Well, I'm not a newborn person when it comes to my own newborns. Other people's newborns are kind of predictable in the best ways: they sleep, they poop, they eat. My first son, however, was a very challenging newborn that made me question my sanity and my will to live. Thankfully, when that stage passed, he became a super lovely, interesting, inquisitive, and fun kid. He's still too young to hear this stuff, but there are a number of things I can't wait to tell my kid about his first month of life.
I imagine when my son is older, perhaps in his teenage years, I can tell him about the hoops he made me jump through just to get him to sleep at night. All I need to do is show him my quad muscles to explain the hours of bouncing mixed with deep squats that were required to make him calm down in the middle of the night. (My son wasn't so much of a bad sleeper as he was a Boot Camp-style trainer).
He's too young now to hear about my mixed bag of emotions when it came to my feelings on motherhood, but one day I'll tell him that being a mom didn't come easy to me. But even in that struggle, we had fun. Even though I probably cried every day for the first month or so of his life, my friends and family also remember me laughing with my newborn. He had both kinds of effects on me. When I tell him about his newborn weeks, he will learn that life and love is kind of fu*cked up and complicated and rarely black and white.
For now, I drop him little tidbits every so often that are age appropriate. Like how he used to love to suck on his dad's finger in the mornings after he was done nursing and I was in the shower. Or how he had a really big baby belly. Or the places we used to walk together to get him to nap. He is still at the age where he kind of can't believe he ever was a baby, or when he sees a picture of himself as a baby he says, "Awww! I was so cute!" When the time is right, though, I sure will enjoy telling him some of these fun facts about his early days on this Earth: