LW is here!!! Fashionably early. 7 lbs 8 ounces of tiny cuteness. I’m instantly in love. Feel a little worse for wear – 16 hours of labour will do that to you – but I survived. I’m officially somebody’s mom!
The pile of dishes growing exponentially in my sink? I see it like one of those desert mirages but reversed: I know it’s there but when I look at it I choose not to see anything.
The dust bunnies hiding in the corners? We could always use another pet or two.
The fact that I’m wearing the same jogging pants for the third day in a row, soup stain and all? Meh.
All these things and more I would never tolerate under regular circumstances. But right now, all I want to do is sleep. And I can’t be bothered to do or think about anything else.
But even when Cy finally does go down, it’s so hard to fall asleep. He looks so angelic when sleeping, I’d rather watch him catch his zzz’s instead. In other new mommy news, ever pump milk? I’ll spare you the details. or the photos for that matter. Yes, it may be good for the baby. not to mention my breasts (which are flooding faster than the Red River.) And it lets me leave the house for more than 2 hours at a time. But at a cost. There is absolutely nothing fun, or sexy, about hooking yourself up to a machine for 30 minutes and pumping away. Nothing. I feel so used.
(Look at those cheeks though – a lot of milk is needed to create such chubby cheeks.)