I knew that having a baby would change my life. I knew that it would change what I do in the day, how I manage my time, and a million other little things.
I wasn't entirely prepared to have mommy-hood change me. I think I underestimated the change in priorities, the change in how I view my family, how I view myself. Everything for my body to my dreams (both the night time and prospective variety) has changed since I gave birth. Looking back now this completely makes sense, but I don't think it is something that you can quite prepare yourself for ahead of time.
Right now it is storming outside - for the first time ever I am appreciating the wisdom of an attached garage. Unfortunately I don't have one, so I am going to postpone taking my three week old, fragile to the elements, infant outside until it is over; or maybe until tomorrow depending on how he feels.
During our late night feedings/conversations the baby and I have made a deal. I will feed him whenever he wants, make sure he is clean, comfortable, warm, let him pee on me, spit on me and do everything I can to make sure he stays healthy and happy and has everything he needs. His part of the deal is to keep breathing on a consistent basis.
And of course another picture. These are already a couple of weeks old and he has changed a bunch. I will have to get some new ones to show how chubby his cheeks are getting.
