Powered by some high octane coffee and Miss C’s morning power nap, I am now going to attempt to hammer out some comments on this, the eve of her one-month birthday. (I know?! ONE MONTH, right?!)
- I am IN LOVE. Obvious, I know, but I can’t help but shout from the rooftops how much I freaking love my little Vienna sausage. Yesterday I went to Target and left Miss C with B. Target at 3PM is a virtual kiddo and mom convention, and every time I heard the whelps and cries of other infants I missed Miss C something awful. Now, this is kind of huge. When we first brought her home, hearing her cry made me want to move back to Korea without her in tow because I felt so incompetent to assuage her. Now, her little cries are music to my ears. I love to hear her voice and her sounds, no matter whether they’re happy or sad. Similarly,
- I am learning to read her cries. This, too, is huge. Being able to *kind of* anticipate her needs based on what her cries sound like and when they occur makes me feel like I’m making some progress in mothering her. Mommy’s sanity is a priceless thing nowadays and whatever it takes for me to keep a firm grasp on it is similarly valuable. Her signature cry is “Ehhh-LA!”. She really dislikes the sensation of soiling her diaper and often the cry she exhibits when she’s pooping is roughly equivalent to the cry she would have if I pulled out her fingernails (venturing a guess, of course). It’s pretty dramatic but I’ve learned to take it with a grain of salt.
- B nearly fell out of his seat yesterday when he saw that I had changed my Facebook profile pic to a picture of solo Miss C. This is because for years I had been that hater who would say, “Ugh, why would ANYONE set a picture of their kid as their profile pic? LAME.” Yeah, well, I am currently eating my words. What can I say? She’s way cuter than me. And I made her. So she’s my profile pic. It will only be a matter of time before someone submits my online shenanigans to STFU Parents.
- Hormones are a biotch. The first two weeks are WAY harder than the later two weeks because hormones are coursing through your bod with no abandon. Yeah, I know every moment with your child is precious and everything, but I would not go back and re-experience those first couple weeks for anything because I felt like an old damaged unwashed sock and I was just as useless as said sock. I cried a lot and felt like I had made a huge mistake in believing I was fit to be a mom. The hormones convinced me that the only thing I could offer her was nourishment in the form of breastmilk, and even then I couldn’t do that well because it took an inordinately long time for my milk to fully come in; it therefore took Miss C three weeks to regain her birth weight. So yeah, I officially hate my insane hormones but since they’ve been on the DL for awhile we’re all happy campers.
- It’s amazing what can get done with very little sleep. I hate to be a broken record about the whole sleep thing, but yeah, it’s kind of a huge part of why having an infant is massively hard. What they don’t tell you, though, is that it’s not that you’re getting no sleep at all; it’s that you’re operating on a 24-hour schedule. You (kind of) get sleep, but it’s in one- or two-hour naps. This makes you feel like you’re on ALL THE TIME (because, well, you ARE) and that days go on forever. But the cool thing about it all is that you’re making these sacrifices for an adorable little nugget who really truly benefits from your toils. That and the fact that you can watch She-Ra which comes on TV at 3AM. Circle of life much?
- Babies are pretty virile. When the nurses handed Miss C over to B and me at the hospital, we handled her like an egg that already had a big crack. We were just afraid we’d break her or something. What we’ve learned over the month is that she’s not too breakable, though. We’re not dangling her off a balcony a la little Blanket Jackson, but we’re also not wiping her bottom with silk.
Now for some pictures. Yeah, we do that now.
Enjoy your weekend!