Tuesday, May 18, 2004
I think the hardest thing about being a mom is the relentlessness. There's no calling in sick, especially when you don't have grandparents in town. It's 1 AM, and the baby won't settle, even for breastfeeding. Who's on call? Momma.
It's Monday morning, 5 AM, and the baby's up and happily babbling. Who removes him so Daddy can get more sleep? Momma.
The baby's whiny, clingy, teething. Who still has three hours to kill before Daddy gets home? Momma.
Luckily, the flip side of that is all the joyous moments. The long gazes of adoration. The shrieking glee (usually when the cat enters the room, but still...). The pride and joy when you see your little one figure something out, whether it's how to say "ba ba ba" or how to bang one object with another. The "oh" of amazement when he sees something new (today it was a backhoe in action).
I'm glad the good moments are still winning!
It's Monday morning, 5 AM, and the baby's up and happily babbling. Who removes him so Daddy can get more sleep? Momma.
The baby's whiny, clingy, teething. Who still has three hours to kill before Daddy gets home? Momma.
Luckily, the flip side of that is all the joyous moments. The long gazes of adoration. The shrieking glee (usually when the cat enters the room, but still...). The pride and joy when you see your little one figure something out, whether it's how to say "ba ba ba" or how to bang one object with another. The "oh" of amazement when he sees something new (today it was a backhoe in action).
I'm glad the good moments are still winning!
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