Like any writer, I can only write what I know. And I fear that for some time, the only thing that can possibly take center stage in my thoughts will be Kara. For those of you who enjoy reading my grammar rants and tirades against song lyrics, my deepest apologies. For baby lovers, rejoice!
Here are some things I’ve learned in the past 12 days:
- Cloth diapering is not nearly as complicated—or as disgusting—as I thought it would be.
- I can never be thankful enough for having Netflix on the Wii. Baby-feeding sessions would be awfully boring for me, otherwise.
- I never thought it would feel so exhilarating to be able to get even the most miniscule amounts of housework done.
These are the primary realizations that stand out to me as our family finally settles into something of a routine, which goes something like this:
Kara wakes up for her first “morning” feeding anywhere between 6:30 and 8:30. What determines if it’s the first morning feeding? Whether I decide to stay awake or go back to sleep. She’s usually up and active by 8 or 9. This is actually a good thing for me; I tend to be one of those rare, pesky morning people, and it’s usually timed so that I can get at least a little bit of breakfast and personal hygiene time before she wants lots of attention.
We “play” on her little floor gym, she sits in her swing, we do tummy time, etc. until her next feeding. Then she’s awake but no longer happy to be awake until the next feeding, and then she sleeps the day away until her evening fussy time, when her daddy takes over. This schedule has, for the last few days at least, been giving me time to have a nap and do some housework in the middle of the day.
I’m hoping that after I catch up on some of the most basically necessary housework, I can do “extra” things like baking. I’ve really missed baking. And cooking. Speaking of which, I’m off to make dinner.