Henry is 1 month old today. It's amazing how time has passed so quickly (except during his hour-long feeding sessions).
Henry has, of course, challenged my expectations of parenthood. He DID NOT want to breastfeed when he got home from the hospital, and I eventually gave up and went with formula. Trying to feed him, pump my breasts, AND get anything else done was basically impossible. And my breastmilk dried up within days of him coming home, so the Universe seemed conspiring against breastfeeding. I had planned to exclusively breastfeed for at least 6 months, but oh well... It's easier to share the responsibilities of feeding with Matt this way which is nice.
Especially since it's exhausting taking care of a baby. Henry seems to have a knack for waking up all fussy and hungry mere moments before I try to crawl into bed for a nap. I LUST after a solid 8 hours of sleep like a teenage boy for a friend's hot mom.... or something. I am constantly tired but I've also been stubborn about doing stuff outside of the house despite my tiredness, like the chalk walk for instance. I don't want to become secluded in my apartment just because I'm a parent. I'm grateful for the friends and family who are helping out with Henry, allowing me to have some time to myself. I enjoy him even more after I've been away from him for a little bit and get to come home and fall in love with him all over again.
I'm glad I did so much babysitting as a teenager. I'm very comfortable handling babies and I can change a diaper crazy quick. If only I had endless endurance and patience, this whole parenting thing would be a breeze. ;)
May Gives Birth
Henry James Evans-Barchers Is Born!