You know, when people said “I can’t remember what life was like before *insert spoiled and frequently mauled baby’s name* was born”, I always figured ‘people’ were just romanticizing their situation. Making me feel jealous that I had a baby who cried all the time, didn’t sleep EVER, and hated most things related to not crying and sleeping. And they were doing this on purpose. ‘People’ can be so cruel sometimes.
But now that Eirinn is older and she only cries when she’s throwing a fit (for the sake of this post, we won’t discuss how often these fits occur) and sleeping isn’t going to cause her skin to melt off (most of the time)(it still isn’t her favourite; puzzles are her favourite), I can kind of see where ‘people’ are coming from.
Just yesterday I was planning out our weekend (yes, on a Tuesday; when you have kids the planning of days never ends), and it got me thinking about what we did on weekends before Eirinn was kicking around. And do you know what? I couldn’t really remember. I seem to think there was a lot of Canadian Tire, and we may or may not have done our grocery shopping in peace, but this is all just speculation and hearsay. I have no idea what we did. I’m sure we slept in. We must have slept in. And I have a faint recollection of, on occasion, getting a whole box of donuts for lunch. Yes, one box of donuts, two people, one lunch. Those must have been sweet, sweet times.
Is this lapse in memory permanent? Is it placenta brain? Is it just going to get worse when fetupus arrives? Am I going to lose another two years, captured only in pictures, of a life that could quite possibly be a work of fiction?
Because other than these faint flickers in the back of my mind of a life that may or may not have been, I can honestly say that I can’t remember what life was like before Eirinn was born.
What I do know is that before Eirinn we had less to laugh about, less to be proud of, and less to live for. That sounds sad and depressing, but it’s quite the opposite. Before she was born, we had a great life with a nice little house, loving families, and good jobs. And after? Now we have a better life, one that has been enriched forever with an extremely intelligent, hilariously funny, and incredibly sweet little girl. And I’m sure, I’m sure, that when fetupus makes his or her grand entrance our better life will be instantly transformed into an even better and fuller life.