On the post-newborn phase and not getting stuff done

My babies

One of the inevitable truths of babies is that they rarely do what you want them to do, when you want them to do it. Take napping, for example. Last week I could really have done with my baby girl taking regular, predictable naps in her cot. But, like all good babies, she refused to comply with convenience and ended up spending a week of only napping on me, on the sofa. And here we come to the post-newborn phase of babydom. Or, as I like to call it, the “I Have So Much To Do and No Longer Have The Excuse of a Newborn Baby” phase.

You see, when your baby is a newborn, no one expects much of you.  It’s taken as a given that you will live in the same pair of pyjamas for two weeks’ straight, eating only food that can be shovelled into your tired, ravenous mouth with one hand. Achieve anything beyond getting out of bed and you can pretty much call your day a success.

But slowly, silently, the newborn days ebb away, along with your excuse for sloth-like behaviour. People no longer tell you to “sleep when the baby sleeps”. It’s no longer acceptable to live in a house that resembles a crime scene. Somewhere around the 3 month mark, you’re expected to have got to grips with this whole baby thing and start rejoining normal society and all that goes with it.

Recently, I’ve been mourning the newborn stage. I miss wearing pyjamas all day, not having to respond to emails and having a To Do list that consists of “eat toast”. With a baby that is very nearly five months old I know I’m practically a baby veteran compared to all the current newborn mums out there. My baby no longer needs to be weighed every few days, she can almost sit up on her own, she can roll both ways and is hurtling towards the weaning stage. But I don’t feel like I’m developing at her pace, mum-wise.

21 weeks old

At this point, lots of my mum friends are starting to talk about “getting back into shape”. They’re signing up to exercise classes, going back for the odd day at work, even enjoying the occasional evening out with their other half. Their babies are sleeping reliably at night and they are emerging radiant, like butterflies, from the hazy blur of newborn baby life.

And then there’s me.

My baby appeared to miss the sleep memo. Rather than getting better at sleeping, if anything, she’s getting worse. Although to say she is suddenly waking me multiple times every night would imply that she slept through for long chunks before, which she never did.

Because I’m self-employed I have been doing the odd feature here and there for the past couple of months. So I’m trying to juggle working from home with a baby who doesn’t sleep, unless on me, and being mum to a four year old. I’m tired. Very, very tired.

But I also feel like a bit of a failure. I have this constant nagging feeling that I’ve forgotten something, as my soupy sleep-deprived brain tries to keep up with the ever-updating To Do list. I find myself typing emails while breastfeeding, doing mental checklists of chores on the school run and being torn between moments of intense love and intense frustration as I sit under a napping baby and survey the piles of washing and work that taunt me from the corner of the room.

Baby sleep

I was trying to describe the feeling to my husband the other day and likened it to being made to run a race where, for every ten strides forward you have to take two back. “Why can’t you just put her in the sling and crack on?” he said. And of course, on days when she won’t settle in her cot, I do put her in the sling. But then it’s like trying to get the washing done, or unstack the dishwasher, or sit typing, while pregnant with a five month old baby. You try lugging around over a stone of baby while getting stuff done, and then tell me it’s “simple, no problem” afterwards. It’s not.

And then I feel the inevitable mother guilt, because experience and the benefit of hindsight tells me I need to enjoy these days rather than waste them feeling frustrated. Soon she’ll be eighteen and she won’t want to know me, blah blah blah. Of course that’s all true, and I am trying my very best to remain relaxed about not being super woman, going to bed with jobs only half done every day. But, for a perfectionist who likes to be on top of things, this is HARD.

Ultimately though, I guess I have two options: give in to babydom when I need to and ignore the pile of stuff to do, or wind myself up with lists and lists of lists.

Or there’s always a third: get a nanny.

Obviously I’m only kidding! Kind of…



  1. says

    Blimey Molly, I want to hit you and hug you at the same time. The hug, obviously would be because you need it. The hit would be because you’re being far too hard on yourself. I’m not surprised you’re knackered. Can you give yourself permission to work a bit less? Eating toast in your pjs even when you have a 5 month old seems fair enough to me. In fact it should be expected /mandatory until at least 8 months old.

  2. Ruth says

    Thanks for writing this! It’s very much how I’ve been feeling… Especially the part about being a perfectionist and wanting to be on top of things. I guess we’re our own harshest critics?!

  3. Natalie Bailey says

    This is just what I needed to read tonight after a bad day which ended in tears (from everyone!) – thank you. Mine (6 mths) is also waking more (tonight twice already) and I’m generally awake from about 3am for the day. Also being a perfectionist, getting frustrated not being able to get things done inc my list of things I want to do which are totally not essential like rearrange drawers!! I am feeling so nostalgic for the pj days where I spent all day on sofa watching OINTB guilt free (almost). No wonder sleep deprivation is a form of torture hey! Thanks again and hope you are currently fast asleep!? x

  4. Emily says

    We too have a frequent waker. My first, at this point, was sleeping through. This one wants to wake every hour some nights. It’s exhausting. At some point, I’d like to be able to go out in the evening but if she isn’t awake then I’m too tired. Pah…one day!!

  5. Jenny M says

    I feel for you! It took me about 2.5 years to start shedding the brain fog. Sleep makes such a difference – some babies sleep and some babies just don’t. (Guess what kind I had!)
    Please be kind to yourself! I wish I had “lowered” my expectations of myself, which, looking back, would have been a great achievement in itself…

    • says

      Wise words – I think I need to start being a bit more realistic about what’s achievable and remembering it’s OK to sometimes say no if I can’t do something!

  6. says

    Please don’t be so hard on yourself Molly! You’re doing a brilliant job – you are so right though, its like you hit the halfway mark with a newborn and suddenly people expect a bit more of you (damn them). I still have the occasional morning nap because I need it, but it feels weird & a bit naughty doing it when mine is nearly one! I write a weekly ‘to do’ list & I’m lucky if I get two things out of ten on there done, if I can manage three things then its been a good day! One thing that makes a huge difference to mine & my husbands time is having a cleaner once a week, its not a huge cost, could that be something that might help? It does massively for us as it just means that one less stress to think about xx

    • says

      That’s a great idea! I must admit, I’m very spoilt because my mum comes round every fortnight and helps me with a bit of cleaning. She is my saviour at the moment – don’t know how I’d manage without her! x

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