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.
The bassinet was ready.
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.
Baby was hungry. I fumbled with my new ability to produce milk, but voila!.. success and baby happily fed.
Dad ran out to have the 900 pictures (he had already taken of the baby) developed.
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
I cried when I was happy
I cried when I was sad
I cried when I was laughing
I cried when I was mad
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.
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!!!!!
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