- The complete loss of dignity and pride that comes with going through childbirth. And how little I cared.
- How little sleep I can actually exist, and even function, on. Way less than I thought. And, by the same token, how much I need coffee.
- How amazing it is to sleep for more than three hours at a time.
- The complete lack of control over my schedule, my body ... pretty much my entire life. And that with a type A personality and need to control absolutely everything, I'm mostly completely OK with it.
- Her sweet, sweet smile.
- Colic.
- Explosive poop diapers. OMG. And that apparently she can go like a week without pooping. OMG again. And that all Jordan and I ever seem to talk about is her pooping habits. Really, really OMG.
- How helpless I feel when I can't figure out, or fix, whatever's wrong. And how satisfying it is when I can.
- Booger suckers, or whatever you want to call those blue bulb thingies that you clean a baby's nose with, are NOT easy to use. Especially in the middle of the night. Although I do now know how to make saline solution.
- My incessant need to bake. Already. She can't even eat what I'm making, and yet I feel like since I'm a mom, I should bake.
- How many things such a tiny person needs for even a 30 minute jaunt to the grocery store. Yes, she does need her blue octopus at all times. And 12 diapers. And multiple blankets.
- How much I seriously don't care that I have baby schmutz all over me, all the time.
- The number of diapers we go through in a day. Wow.
- How fast I can actually get ready.
- Her vulnerability.
- That, yes, we actually do need a swing, a bouncy seat, a nap nanny, a pack and play ... and all the rest of the gear. And that most of the time, my arms are preferred over all the rest.
- The number of hours I can just sit and watch her ... sleep, play, smile - whatever she is doing is fascinating. And that I, who previously needed to be doing something productive pretty much all the time, can actually sit still for hours.
- How very loud such a tiny person can be when she is mad or unhappy.
- How much I miss her when I'm not with her, even when I was convinced I needed an hour or two break.
- Trying to cut her fingernails. Seriously scary. I tried once and then forever turned that job over to Jordan.
- How much I love and appreciate my husband. And what a completely amazing dad he is.
- I am not bothered in the least by having to breastfeed in public (with a cover - c'mon people). If my baby is hungry, I don't care where we are or who we are with - she's eating.
- You'd like me to go have some drinks with a super fun group of adults? Nah, think I'd rather stay home and rock my baby to sleep.
- That I would become *that* girl on Facebook who relentlessly posts pictures of her gorgeous baby. I can't stop myself.
- How uncontrollably, unconditionally, unabashedly I love her.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Things I read about/thought about/researched but wasn't prepared for about MOTHERHOOD
Well, pretty much everything ... being a mom is the hardest and best thing I've ever done. I don't think you can ever be prepared for the difficulty of becoming a parent, or the pure joy, love and happiness it adds to life. Here are just a few things I've discovered ...
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