It’s true what they say about becoming a parent. Our lives have changed completely in the last two months.
Free time, you ask – what free time?
While everyone was quick with their advice about necessities, it’s what they left out that we needed. It’s a shame that in the weeks and months leading up to the birth of our son, not one person suggested we try and complete our regular routines in half the time, or even practice doing regular everyday tasks with one arm tied behind our backs. You can bet I’ll be sure to pass this little tidbit along to anyone expecting their first child.
Here we are, eight weeks into parenthood, and still adjusting to the changes. Granted, it’s not as drastic as it was on the day we brought our son home, but we’re still learning something new every day.
Sleep pattern you say… implying that there’s a pattern. I’ve come to accept the fact that my entire life now revolves around eight pounds of humanity that speaks a foreign language. A language based on three tones that—depending on frequency and pitch—signify one of four phrases. Feed Me, Hold Me, Change Me, and NO. Luckily, these poignant reminders are interspersed with facial expressions that make any parent melt.
So, on we go. Looking forward to each new day, each new lesson learned, and every smile and giggle.