Nine months of waiting. Nine months of wondering. What will she be like? How will her sister handle the change? How different will life really be? Nine months of worry. What if something goes wrong? Nine months of preparing. Nine months of blog post ideas lining up in my brain and never getting them all written out. Nine months of researching: clothe diapers, organic formula, chemical free baby lotion, and on and on. Nine months of planning and planning and planning.
And then one day nine months is over, just like that. In an instant, everything is different. The center of your universe shifts from one point to two different points. It defies logic and reason.
And then come the growing pains. Sleep changes, eating changes, showering changes, morning routine and lunch routine and bedtime routine changes. And it’s good and it’s beautiful and it’s hard.
And it’s hard to find the time to write it out. But I think it matters. As I navigate this new change from one to two, from working mom to mom, I think it matters more than ever.
Conveniently (ha), circumstances are as such that I am sitting hooked up to a pump like a milk cow every three hours throughout the day. After the first week of initial haze, it occurred to me that that might offer the perfect opportunity to get back to the blog. Thus begins my new series of “dairy diaries”. (Just kidding. 🙂 But seriously.) So for the next several months, please be forgiving of the oddities of mobile posting. 🙂
It’s good to be back.