Don't get me wrong, being a mom is a whole new amazing experience, but 2 months...............
It started the day I gave birth. Water breaks at 5:30am. Nora is born 3:27pm. Greg leaves for home 11pm. Jennifer wakes up at midnight to feed, and 2, and 4..... she changes a diaper. She stares at this tiny being petrified that she may do the wrong thing. She tries to sleep when Nora sleeps, but she ends up just looking at Nora in amazement. 2 months.
Last night Nora slept from 8:40 through to 5:15. I woke up every hour to make sure she was ok, but still, she slept through. That is a reason to celebrate!! It's been a long 11 weeks, but each day brings new things, new development, smiling mouth, grabbing hands, rolling over, happy feet, book time, tummy time, nap time, (not so routine, but I have my methods to get her to sleep - the pram, the baby bjorn, sometimes in my arms, her bassinet, or her rocker).
I steal time for myself. Sometimes she even lets me. Sometimes she cries in the cafe while I eat. Sometimes she sleeps. I have her in the carrier as I type one handed. I bounce on my exercise ball. She sleeps.
I'm a mom, scared out of my wits - what the hell am I doing? I change a diaper. I read her a book. We play. She sleeps. Life is Good.
