Greetings to those of you in the real world! To all of you who don't exist in a place where it has become normal to sit and let an 8 1/2 pound blob spew on you ten or twelve times before deciding to change shirts, or to be thrilled if you manage to sleep any longer than 2 1/2 hours at a time, or cry at random intervals for no reason at all. It must be nice where you are!
Despite all of that, it really is pretty okay in this world as well. Now that I am feeling a bit better about things I can write this post with a bit of perspective and humor. Had I written it last week it would have lacked those things. I don't know if anyone knew this already, but tiny newborn humans are HARD! I wasn't fully aware of this before. They look so cute and small and sweet, but really they are just a bag of demands with very little reward built in.
They don't smile. They don't laugh. They don't hug.
They cry. They poop. They eat. They puke. A lot. And when you try to fix these things for them, they cry harder. Thankless.
And if I am being honest with you, I didn't transition to this very well. I have cried more in the last 24 days than I have in the last ten years combined. A mixture of "what does she WANT?" and, "I don't know what I am doing," along with, "what happened to life as I knew it?" and finally a raging batch of hormones on top of virtually no sleep. It is a wonder the human race continues. This must be the evolutionary reason behind accidental teenage pregnancy.
Just since last week things have started to improve. Now that the house is warmer she doesn't mind being naked, which makes most diaper changes easier. Now that Daddy makes the bath water instead of Mama it is much warmer and she actually likes baths. Now that the Prevacid is kicking in she doesn't cry and arch her back for three hours after she eats. The last two nights she has only woken up twice and gone immediately back to sleep. We figure we better try to enjoy this time since we will wake up soon and she will be all grown up.