I don't think I'm ready to be a mother. Why are things designed so that the primary caretaker of brand new human beings are so sleep-deprived and scatter brained that they very well may damage said new human unintentionally?!? And often have another small, developing human to watch over at the same time? It's a wonder we're all alive.
It feels as though I'll never have a minute to myself again, and I haven't even been left with the girls on my own yet. (But here I am blogging so obviously what I FEEL isn't true!)
I'm drawing a blank because in four minutes I MUST wake the sleeping baby to eat. Her little tummy has been so gurgley and growly and bloated that I alternate between worrying that she's hungry to worrying that I'm giving her too much (I tend to think it's the latter) but when she's arching her back and wailing I can't help but want to quiet her by nursing even though I know it's probably compounding the problem. It's not easy being two weeks old. It's also not easy being the mother of a two-week old.
Val (K's new blog name) has been wonderful. She loves loves LOVES her baby and I have to say, "no more kisses! no more hugs! the baby needs to sleep!" at least twice a day.
An old picture (like, from a WEEK ago!):