- I still gag a little bit each time I change one of these "solid food poopy" diapers.
- My silly faces, singing, dancing around- much worse than it was 2 months ago.
- I question whether or not EC sitting in her bumbo on the kitchen counter in the mornings and Jeremy and I running around her making breakfast, doing dishes, packing a lunch, getting coffee, feeding the dog, etc. is really quality time with our child.
- I have resigned myself to never getting quality sleep again, maybe for the rest of my life. On the few nights that EC actually sleeps till 6am without a peep, I wake up at least once (more like 3 times) and worry about whether or not she's ok.
- I am not looking forward to discipline . . . I see it on the horizon.
- Whatever Emme does in public, I feel that it's a reflection of me as a parent. In all honesty, how can I control a 7 month old baby? I can't, but I still feel really guilty if she screams or makes noises at an inappropriate time.
- Despite feeling an extraordinary amount of relief to be finished breastfeeding, I ever so slightly, like a pinky finger amount, miss it. Or maybe I just miss quiet time alone with EC.
- I have contemplated not telling anyone at work that I have stopped pumping, so that I can go in the closet and have some down time for 20 minutes twice a day.
- It really bothers me if EC's socks don't match her outfit, even on days when she if not leaving our house and only sees me, Jeremy, our nanny, and Aunt Sarah.
- I adore her more than I ever thought possible! Everyday I feel so lucky to be a mom to her.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Confessions of a New Mom: Part 2
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