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Thursday, March 15, 2012

First Time Mom




 My Daughter was born right on her due date.

"Yes, I got this all under control." I thought

"Sure I'll lose a bit of sleep, but I have everything I need (Thanks to three baby showers)" I said

The apartment was clean.
                        
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The bassinet was ready.
                       
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That was the last time I felt organized and in control.



We drove home with our little baby and placed her on the bed to change her diaper. Hubby threw the diaper away and wipe wipe wipe baby clean and ...done. The Hubster and I made a great team.


under control.



Baby was hungry. I fumbled with my new ability to produce milk, but voila!.. success and baby happily fed.



under control.


Dad ran out to have the 900 pictures (he had already taken of the baby) developed.


baby slept.


Everything was great, organized and tidy


later that night....everyone slept.


After 24 hours of knife twisting labor and being nourished by pure adrenaline. I attacked my bed with a furious need for sleep.


             in my deep exhausted dream I heard a sound.


is that a cat?


what would a cat be doing here?...we don't have a cat.



I awoke not really knowing... then realizing oh yes THE BABY! I had a baby!



Hubby and I both up. I fed the baby while Hubster got the Diaper changing things ready....still in control


Loving our New baby, loving life, thankful to God and completely confident that with just a bit of effort all the new parent warnings would stay at bay



yes we were....in control






                                    two weeks later.....






The house looked like a bomb went off there. Suddenly baby items multiplied and took over like a hoard of marauding Huns





I threatened  that anything Hubby did that resulted in the awakening of sleeping baby...were grounds for divorce

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I cried when I was happy
   I cried when I was sad
    I cried when I was laughing
        I cried when I was mad

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I was the Dr. Seuss of an emotional disaster




I had the uncanny ability to survive on a mouthful of old raisins and de-caf coffee.

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A nice hot shower might as well have been up hill, in ten feet of snow five miles away....because as much as I tried I could not get to it!!!!!
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Throughout all this craziness I was told I was normal...NORMAL... and I was assured before I knew it things would start to fall into place and I would feel a bit more in control









               My Daughter is 14 and my Son is 10....


                             I'm still waiting

15 comments:

  1. Oh my gosh!!!Well, believe me when I tell you this. Once they are out of the house, an eerie silence will settle, you will find the neatness irritating and actually TRY to make a bit of a mess, and wonder where the days of your youth and raising the children went. Enjoy the havoc, mess and busyness while it lasts.

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  2. Just relax and enjoy it...it will be over soon enough and you'll want it back.

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  3. Ginny,mybabyjohn/Delores
    Hi, Believe me I am loving it...every mess, every disoragnized closet and room is ALL worth it. I don't want them to grow up too soon. I didn't mean for the post to sound defeatist. I guess what I was trying to relate is that no matter how oraganized or how much planning and how prepared we think we are...life has a way of stepping up and changing things around. I wouldn't change my life for the world. I have learned to let God lead the way.

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  4. This is funny...a cat? oh the baby...that does describe how it feels to have a new baby

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    1. Yes she did sound just like a cat in that first month. Then it got so much louder!LOL!

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  5. I loved this post. I went through the same thing with my kids and they are grown up. The first day my daughter left for university I went in her room and cried. I soon got over that and made it my computer room.

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    1. Just the thought of her leaving makes me cry already...I'm going to need therapy!

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  6. Well written, I could not stop reading this. But yes, normal. It doesn't seem like it but soon they'll be grown and gone.

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    1. Oh no, I don't want them to leave. I wonder if they would go for us just putting a couple extensions on the house and living here? whatcha think?

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  7. Isn't that the truth? I loved this. It reminded me of something Erma Bombeck would have written. Have you ever read her, or was she before your time?

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  8. Such memories. I swear my oldest didnt sleep properly for 2 years and the youngest slept so well I kept panicking that he was dead.
    Nothing prepares you and you just keep trying to regain control forever. I have teenagers too. I am lucky I am not on serious medication or locked up some days

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  9. Bringing my first home was a HUGE shock:) I love the comics.

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  10. Can't I just call the house shappy chic? LOL

    Oh the days a clean house and time to vacuum or care what my house looked like at the end of the day ... hehe

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  11. My 2 are now 7&9 and I am yet to find the control? Happy searching, let me know when and where you find it so we can pass it on to others!

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