My dad will be the first to tell you that the only way to get me to sleep when I was a baby was to walk me, CONSTANTLY. Him & mom used to take 2 hour shifts or the length of a movie. I have learned that I do not enjoy doing this for William at 4 am and have a newfound respect for my parents and how much I made their lives suck at night. I'm sorry y'all!
I no longer care at all that my closet is not perfectly organized and I care a LOT less that William's closet is not quite perfectly organized. Or that nothing in the house is in its "correct" place.
We have been very adamant that we did not want to have a "baby" house. Unfortunately - right when you walk in the front door you get hit with the pack and play, high chair, and one of our two strollers. And watch out for the diaper bag and carseat - you're about to trip over them both.
Nothing is easy any more. Nothing. I needed to run to the post office yesterday because the mailman came early and I had to mail in the sales tax forms. This should have taken 3 minutes total, round trip. Instead I'm pretty sure it took 20. I felt guilty for getting everything together to only go one place, and we didn't even get out of the car. But I was too tired to run any other errands to make the trip worth it - so we headed home.
The ten minutes it takes me to pump breast milk is just long enough to count as the only "free" time I have of the day when I don't feel guilty for not doing something else. Though being attached by the boob to a vacuum machine doesn't seem very freeing all of a sudden. Atleast we really were very smart putting the rocking chair next to the only exposed outlet in the nursery - it's also nap time.
Never ever pick up a sleeping William to change his diaper. If he's not bothered by it - neither am I. I learned this one the hard way.
On a similar note - make sure there is always a diaper or wipe VERY HANDY when changing diapers - they are never "quite" finished. And put a layer between the very adorable changing pad cover and the baby or it will never see the light of day because it is always being washed. I really need to see if anyone will laminate it for me...haha.
Little noises, "chirps" as we call them, make everything better. Especially when he's sleeping on me.
Life really does revolve around feedings. Do not think for one second that it's ok to wait until you get home to feed him - unless you have really awesome headphones that block out all noise. Cold milk is better than no milk - he will eat it - it just means I have more to clean up but the crying will come to an end which is definitely worth it.
I used to HATE leftovers. Would not eat them. Period. I have had a change of heart. If it means we don't have to cook - I'm all about slightly warm, goopy spaghetti.
I love it when everyone has tried everything they can possibly think of to calm William down and nothing worked. So they give him to me and he not only quiets down but falls asleep. He just needed his mommy - I love that.
I like that because William wakes up so early - I have to as well. Not because I'm awake but because I get to eat breakfast and spend time with Sam before he goes to work. We have never eaten breakfast together and it is nice.
Don't let anyone make you feel like a bad mom because breast feeding isn't going well. Sometimes it just doesn't work right and if someone isn't going to say anything nice - don't talk to them. I cried for two(+) days straight because I listened to someone who thought they were being helpful. Not until I talked to two people who WERE helpful was I able to make the decision that being a happy functioning mom was more important than breast feeding. Just saying.
I'm sure I have learned many more things - but I'm pretty sure I should be cleaning up the house right now or working on laundry. William is asleep in the vibrating Pack N Play and I need to take advantage of that before he wakes up starving in an hour.