In June 2009 I wrote a how to guide on baby fever. Back then I was newly married and in the depths of raging baby fever. RAGING. I thought I would help my fellow baby-lovers out and wrote a four-step process to conquer the fever.
My conclusion was that really, the only tried and true way of being cured was having a baby. Two babies and almost three-years later I’m here to give you my final analysis.
It worked. Having a baby cured me of my baby fever immediately. Nine months of sickness and weight gain, hydronephrosis, an emergency c-section, pain, pain and more pain was enough for me to make my husband promise me we’d never do it again. Obviously we did two-years later, but that does not mean my baby fever had returned. My daughter was not made because I had a strong urge for another newborn.
I know many people that loved that newborn stage – that see a new baby in the hospital and swoon. I do not. I see endless nights of feeling so tired you cry and the agony of baby blues.
Do I remember the sweet smell of a freshly bathed babe? Yes. Do I remember the fulfilling joy of nursing my hungry child? Yes. But no way would I want to do it again. Sorry.
So if you have baby fever and are looking for help, I’m sorry. It looks like you’re just going to have to go out there, find yourself a husband and make a baby. Then let me know how you feel in a year. –>
Liz is a just a mom trying to keep it real about how little she sleeps, how often she gets puked on and how much she loves them. You can find her here every day writing about real-mom moments.