Tori is officially two weeks old today. And they have been both the longest and the shortest two weeks of my life.
Every day I wake up with a list of things I’d like to do. Simple things. Things like take a shower. Give the baby a bath. Write a blog post. Maybe even read ten pages in a book.
But guess what? The baby hasn’t actually had a bath in a week. And I’ve read – but only about five pages. Total. In two weeks. This coming from the world’s biggest bookworm. The one who routinely tears through two or three 500 page novels in a week.
Yeah, life has changed.
Now my schedule looks something like this:
4 a.m. Wake up. Attempt to breastfeed the baby.
4:30 a.m. Give up on breast feeding. Pull out the milk and syringe.
5:15 a.m. Connect myself to the mooing machine.
5:45 a.m. Change diaper.
6 a.m. Sleep for another hour and a half.
7:30 a.m. Start the process all over again.
9 a.m. Sneak in some breakfast.
9:10 a.m. Pick up screaming baby.
9:30 a.m. Put down sleeping baby.
9:35 a.m. Pick up screaming baby.
9:45-10:15 a.m. Play with cooing baby.
10:15 a.m. Put down sleeping baby.
10:30 a.m. Start that feeding thing again.
I’d keep going, but you get the picture. About 5 p.m., I look up at the clock and realize I have no idea where the day went.
Such is the life of a new mother. And I knew that. But I’ve got to tell you, I had no idea how thoroughly it would actually kick my ass.
Don’t worry. There are good moments. Lots of them. Moments when she’s ridiculously cute. When I thank my lucky stars that I’ve got her. When my heart seems to expand another notch.
It’s just hard to remember that in the middle of the screaming.
But hey, at least I got a blog post written today, right?