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Some -fieds, a -pied, and I
12 Nov 2010 05:24 pmSprout is 3 weeks old today. It feels like too much has happened to be contained within three weeks, but on the other hand, I feel like I have done a whole lot of Nothing Much during that time.
I spent the first few days being terrified, thinking that there is no way I can do this mother thing, no way I can hang in there until Sprout is old enough not to need me to care for her. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sunflower_sky , I realized that those feelings of terror were largely hormone-related. Much to my relief. I have a somewhat adventuresome spirit and am not easily cowed by new circumstances, so I was blindsided by the panic attacks tying my stomach in knots and making me weepier than a willow. Glad to say the hormones have stabilized.
My hormones may be on the mend, as it were, but I'm still zombified, living on not-near-enough-sleep. It has been such a blessing to have Julien home so he can take Sprout in the mornings and I can try to squeeze in an extra hour of shut eye. Not that that has happened for the past two mornings. No naps either.
Between the breastfeeding, spit up, and trying to catch Sprout's signals about when she needs to void, I can say I walk around looking quite undignified these days. I'll spare you the details, but let's just say, I won't open the door to just anyone looking the way I do.
So, yeah, rather occupied, but not occupied enough because there are still projects needing my attention, the most pressing being making some cloth diapers to put on Sprout at night...
What am I doing blogging, then? *sigh* Back to the trenches...
I spent the first few days being terrified, thinking that there is no way I can do this mother thing, no way I can hang in there until Sprout is old enough not to need me to care for her. Thanks to
sunflower_sky , I realized that those feelings of terror were largely hormone-related. Much to my relief. I have a somewhat adventuresome spirit and am not easily cowed by new circumstances, so I was blindsided by the panic attacks tying my stomach in knots and making me weepier than a willow. Glad to say the hormones have stabilized.My hormones may be on the mend, as it were, but I'm still zombified, living on not-near-enough-sleep. It has been such a blessing to have Julien home so he can take Sprout in the mornings and I can try to squeeze in an extra hour of shut eye. Not that that has happened for the past two mornings. No naps either.
Between the breastfeeding, spit up, and trying to catch Sprout's signals about when she needs to void, I can say I walk around looking quite undignified these days. I'll spare you the details, but let's just say, I won't open the door to just anyone looking the way I do.
So, yeah, rather occupied, but not occupied enough because there are still projects needing my attention, the most pressing being making some cloth diapers to put on Sprout at night...
What am I doing blogging, then? *sigh* Back to the trenches...