Alaise is 1 week old. It's pretty unreal. As I watch her sleep next to me (although, it took 2 hours of trying to figure out whether she wanted more food or what it was she wanted!), I can't believe she's been mine for a whole week. My husband, who has been absolutely wonderful through this whole experience, asked me today, "How's motherhood?
I think motherhood hasn't really hit me yet. I feed her and take care of her, but to be 100% honest, I haven't had the "How did I live without you?" or "I've been waiting for you my whole life!" kind of emotion that others say they feel. I expected to be a changed/different person, but I'm still me, and I don't feel any different, except for the love for this little person. Maybe things just haven't hit me yet? I dunno.
quite a catastrophe. :) But I broke into tears last night... I'm just SO tired... Of hurting, of second guessing how much food Alaise needs, of my cough that has lingered for three weeks... I didn't even get to finish my tea last night, and that just really got to me! Petty, I know. But this DAMN COUGH is really shorting my fuse. I've had this cough through the last week of pregnancy (I couldn't hardly get any sleep and had ribs that felt like they would explode every time I coughed), through labor & delivery (which did NOT help with the delivery part), and now through breastfeeding, sleeping baby and mom.
