Well, I am happy to say that Christopher no longer looks like he's got a cheap fake tan!
His skin is beautiful, his disposition is much more what you would expect - fussy, unpredictable and totally demanding.
Earlier today the thought that went through my head was 'no one told me it was going to be this hard'...it's not actually difficult 'work' but it is EXHAUSTING in a manner that is indescribable.
First off consider this, you have been charged with caring for a little being who is totally helpless, you do not speak the same language & chances are that mom is the only one who can console baby - the boob is the international language of love for a baby, I am sure.
Now, add to the mix a completely disorganized system. No schedules, no interpreters, no guidebooks for your specific baby, zero sleep, hormonal rushes coursing through your system & bang - a recipe for disaster!
I'm going to go sleep it off for a bit and see what solutions I come up with in my dreams...this is the first time in over 12 hours that Christopher has fallen asleep, not on the boob.
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