I’m alive. Tired, but alive.
It’s been a whirlwind for the past week and a bit as Kyle and I settle into parenthood. We’re adjusting to a new type of normal, consisting of him waking up in the middle of the night and wondering what part of the house I’ve fallen asleep in, me falling alseep while nursing, and trying to decide if sleep or showering is more important.
I think Isla is finally starting to figure out a schedule. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part. Monday night was so far, the best night thus far. We (Isla and I) slept for two-three hours, woke up to be fed and changed for one hour, and went back down for another couple hours or so.
The biggest challenge Kyle and I thought we’d face was him going back to work on Sunday. Luckily, my mom came over for the day to lend a hand and give me a break when needed.
I actually don’t think I held Isla other than to nurse her all day! I’m forever grateful for all the help my mom has provided. Having her only a couple minutes away has been fabulous; I don’t know what I’d do withour her.
Monday was relatively decent as my first day being home alone with her. We hung out all day and I even managed to shower AND make dinner. Go me! I’m developing my supermom powers already.
This new normal of ours seems to be working out well. Sure, Kyle and I are both still just in amazement that we’ve brought this amazing little person into the world. Who would’ve thought something so little could bring so much big change?
I love this little girl so much.
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