My sister-in-law and her husband recently welcomed their first child, a beautiful, alert baby boy with his father’s mighty paws and his mother’s full lips. When our family descended upon the hospital to meet him for the very first time, the nostalgia struck me more mightily than I’d expected. It felt like a lifetime ago and not merely three years that my husband and I snuggled in a hospital bed with our own firstborn. Yes, we’ve been blessed with another baby since and may add to our family in the future, but those early days with your firstborn are…incomparable.
Not that my sister-in law and brother-in-law need any advice from me (they’re totally nailing parenthood), but this long-ago post about my husband’s and my first month as parents remains hilariously true.
Originally posted on Priss & Vinegar:
We’ve been at this parenting thing for a month now, and thus far it has been equal parts heartwarming and hilarious with a side of exasperation. Caring for a newborn is a crash course in the limits of one’s patience, sleep requirements and general standards of hygiene. The learning curve is unrelentingly steep, and the Hus-b and I are doing the best we can to keep up while still showering regularly and occasionally leaving the house. For better or for worse, these are our observations so far:
- Disposable nursing pads make excellent beverage coasters.
- Baby yawns are seriously adorable.
- In two visits in to the pediatrician, the only ones who have gotten shots or cried have been me and the Hus-b.
- Despite decades of doing your own hair with reasonable proficiency…
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