SNAPSHOTS
Just Exactly What I Wanted
It turned out that I could not have cared less what I wore during my post-birth hospital stay, busy as I was being alternately over-the-moon elated and psychotically exhausted.
Oh, Hello There, Happy Baby
The first two weeks, I was all, "Oh my goodness, our baby? Is perfect. He never cries. I have given birth to the only baby in the world that does not cry. I am magic."
As it turns out...babies don't really cry for the first two weeks. That third week? They cry. Like the weight of the world is resting firmly on their 21-day-old shoulders.
So while I still think he's perfect...said perfection includes quite a bit of noise.
The things that have been working for me: pacing endlessly back and forth from the side of the apartment with the screaming children sounds (we live next to a school) to the side of the apartment with the ear-splitting construction sounds (we also live next to a future 2nd Avenue Subway stop), toting him around in a carrier like a little papoose while vacuuming, singing old Eagles songs (finally! someone enthusiastic about listening to my singing voice)...and an iPhone app sent straight from the gods.
Weekend Snapshots
Saturday morning started with Aunt Morgan (who's expecting her own little one in just a couple of months) and an alternately protective and skeptical Lucy.
The Way It Went
(Blogging & Lunch / 5 days old / October 26, 2011)
This is one of those posts that I was talking about when I said I needed a couple of weeks to let my emotions settle so that I'd be able to see straight. I'm not sure that they're settled entirely quite yet - so forgive me if I ramble, or if things aren't quite wrapped up with a neat little bow - but this is the best I can do for now. Mostly because man, I'm tired. Happy, but tired.
What I'm writing about today: my labor. It was not what I had expected. I was not what I had expected.