There's that old cliche saying about learning something new every day. So what have I learned so far?
You still look totally pregnant after the baby is born. You might feel a lot smaller and lighter, but denial is utterly futile. A complete stranger asked me when I was due, to which I tartly replied that my daughter had been born three days earlier. Sigh...
To leave the house with the baby and make a 2:30pm appointment, you need to start planning from 6:30am in the morning. Even then, count yourself lucky if you get there on time.
First smiles are more precious than diamonds, and you're willing to do whatever it takes to make one happen.
It's a blessing that babies have terrible short term memory because parents are inevitably stuck in a Jekyll n' Hyde role. One minute you're hugging and rocking your softly cooing sweetheart; the next minute you're holding her screaming body down while you suck out her boogers with a bulb syringe. Medical experiment finished? Suddenly, you're loving parents again, hugging and rocking your utterly confused sweetheart.
Having a productive day you can feel proud of means that you actually managed to change out of your pajamas and do your hair.
Babies are so lucky. When else in life can you poop, fart, and burp as much as you want, and everyone thinks you're totally adorable while you're doing it?
Keira's only 6 weeks old, too. Imagine how much more I'll know by the time she's 6 months old! My brain is burning from the mere thought.
You still look totally pregnant after the baby is born. You might feel a lot smaller and lighter, but denial is utterly futile. A complete stranger asked me when I was due, to which I tartly replied that my daughter had been born three days earlier. Sigh...
To leave the house with the baby and make a 2:30pm appointment, you need to start planning from 6:30am in the morning. Even then, count yourself lucky if you get there on time.
First smiles are more precious than diamonds, and you're willing to do whatever it takes to make one happen.
It's a blessing that babies have terrible short term memory because parents are inevitably stuck in a Jekyll n' Hyde role. One minute you're hugging and rocking your softly cooing sweetheart; the next minute you're holding her screaming body down while you suck out her boogers with a bulb syringe. Medical experiment finished? Suddenly, you're loving parents again, hugging and rocking your utterly confused sweetheart.
Having a productive day you can feel proud of means that you actually managed to change out of your pajamas and do your hair.
Babies are so lucky. When else in life can you poop, fart, and burp as much as you want, and everyone thinks you're totally adorable while you're doing it?
Keira's only 6 weeks old, too. Imagine how much more I'll know by the time she's 6 months old! My brain is burning from the mere thought.
