For the love of Foo Fighters
Adjusting to a new baby is hard stuff., much harder than I thought it would be. The first full day home was spent crying and crying, lamenting the life we had before C arrived. It's not that I didn't want her; it's just that over the span of 22 months, I had forgotten what it was like to deal with a new human being.
I've decided that some people in this life are newborn people, some are toddler people, some are older child people. I am most decidedly not a newborn person. I love the stage that Luka is at-- inquisitive, learning new things, silly, but then again, that could be a reflection of loving Luka so much.
Some days are easier and some days are harder with C. She's a great sleeper when you can get her to sleep. She's a champion eater as evidenced by her weight gain. She loves baths and didn't cry at all when we gave her the first real bath of her life last night. BUT... she won't sleep in her own crib. That makes me insane. I want to cuddle up with Chris for one long night of unadultrated sleep, one night where there isn't a child glued to my chest. Is that so much to ask?
I know with all of this bitching will come the realization that this newborn baby stage will be over in a flash, and I'll find myself saying, "Where did my little girl go?" Until then, I will continue to wish for sleep and way to understand this wriggling baby that Chris and I made.
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On Saturday night, Chris and I went to probably the nicest wedding reception we've ever been to in our time together. Our friends, Joe and Becky, got married and threw one cool party. I loved the reception because it was so relaxed. We had fun just mingling among our friends. I was a little self-conscious about being 12 days post-partum and looking frumpy as hell, but that soon melted away with good food, good friends, and good conversation. I even had a few sips of white wine!
We left the chilluns with Papa T, and by all accounts, that went well. Thank God. I'm glad we didn't have to cart them along, because we would have had to leave before we even got to eat.
Ah... weddings....
I've decided that some people in this life are newborn people, some are toddler people, some are older child people. I am most decidedly not a newborn person. I love the stage that Luka is at-- inquisitive, learning new things, silly, but then again, that could be a reflection of loving Luka so much.
Some days are easier and some days are harder with C. She's a great sleeper when you can get her to sleep. She's a champion eater as evidenced by her weight gain. She loves baths and didn't cry at all when we gave her the first real bath of her life last night. BUT... she won't sleep in her own crib. That makes me insane. I want to cuddle up with Chris for one long night of unadultrated sleep, one night where there isn't a child glued to my chest. Is that so much to ask?
I know with all of this bitching will come the realization that this newborn baby stage will be over in a flash, and I'll find myself saying, "Where did my little girl go?" Until then, I will continue to wish for sleep and way to understand this wriggling baby that Chris and I made.
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On Saturday night, Chris and I went to probably the nicest wedding reception we've ever been to in our time together. Our friends, Joe and Becky, got married and threw one cool party. I loved the reception because it was so relaxed. We had fun just mingling among our friends. I was a little self-conscious about being 12 days post-partum and looking frumpy as hell, but that soon melted away with good food, good friends, and good conversation. I even had a few sips of white wine!
We left the chilluns with Papa T, and by all accounts, that went well. Thank God. I'm glad we didn't have to cart them along, because we would have had to leave before we even got to eat.
Ah... weddings....
posted by Chris at 5:00 AM
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