It has been 11 days since the arrival of our little girl.
Eleven days of happiness, complete confusion, exhaustion, overwhelming emotions… and feeding.
Feeding. It has taken over my life.
This is not something that I was ever told. I was told that breast feeding would be hard. And it is. But not hard because of the task itself, hard because it’s the only thing you do all day long.
This is just one of the things that I have learned. Let me tell you about the rest…
1) As much as everyone has said to sleep when she sleeps, it seems to be the last thing I can do.
As you all may know, I’m a neat freak. Actually, neat freak doesn’t even really describe my anal retentiveness. They should find a NEW name for my disease. I don’t think I can walk into my kitchen without grabbing a sponge and wiping everything down. It’s a sick, sick problem. But atleast I realize this!
What I’m trying to say is that if I slept as much as my daughter (who sleeps basically all the time unless I have to wake her to feed!), I would never accomplish anything!
2) My husband is my life saver.
The man has seen more than he ever thought he’d see, changed more than he ever thought he’d change and hugged more than he ever thought he’d hug. I don’t have enough words to thank him for how supportive and encouraging he he has been since … well, since we found out we were pregnant. But over the last 11 days, he has been absolutely amazing.
There is no way I would have survived the birth of our first child without him by my side. And watching him with Sloane makes me fall in love with him all over again!
3) Crying is my new part-time job.
I have shed more tears over the past 11 days than I have in my entire life! And I had already deemed myself a crier pre-giving birth! So you can imagine how, with the enormous amount of hormones raging through my body, the tears seem to never stop now.
I cry over everything.
Seeing my dog standing at the fence when we got home from the hospital.
Thinking about my family leaving me… when they weren’t leaving for another six days.
Listening to my husband sing, “You’re my pooky bear” to Sloane.
Basically anything and everything. It’s exhausting! It’s annoying! But it’s unstoppable.
4) Living 10 hours away from my family is ALOT harder than I thought it would be.
Matt and I were pretty confident that having a baby while living in Minnesota wouldn’t be an issue. We were sure that we could handle this all on our own.
Well… after 10 days with my family in our home, we came to the conclusion that we were wrong.
They held Sloane, played with her, fed her. They brought lots of laughter to our quiet house and when they all headed back to Kansas on Sunday, Matt, Sloane, Wrigley and I were left with a quiet house and confusion as to what to do with ourselves!
We know that we’ll be able to handle this distance, but we’re not so sure that we want to. We love it here, but know that it won’t be home forever because home is within a two hour driving distance of our families!
5) Our baby is the light of our lives.
It’s crazy to think how much our lives have changed since Oct. 15. This little girl has flipped our world upside down… but in the best way possible! She is precious and looking at her only makes me smile, knowing that Matt and I created something so stinkin’ cute! 🙂
I guarantee that I will have five more things to add to this list within the next 11 days. Such as how to explain to your dog that he has not been replaced and is still loved as much as he was pre-baby.
I’ll get back to you on that one!