Hell yeah this girl can cry. Her hunger knows no bounds - to the point that she managed to give herself a fever whilst in the hospital she was so hungry. That's my girl.
But all is well now as we (it's worth noting up front that by "we" I inevitably mean "Jennifer") adjust to our new tax break - learning day-by-day the subtle tricks that make life a wee bit easier with a newborn.
For instance, I have already learned that a solid night's sleep is difficult to come by. Feedings at 12, 2, 4, and 6 will drain the life out of most, and Jennifer, polite as ever, has promised to be much more quiet when getting up from now on.
It's early yet, but I think we've already learned a valueable lesson re: parenthood:
It is what it is.I remember looking at friends holding these screaming infants and wondering how on earth they do it (the parents, not the infants). How can that be fun? And the answer is, it isn't. Holding a screaming little girl where you can't do anything to console her (esp. if you lack the proper "feeding insturments") is not fun on any level. And despite what anyone says, it's not rewarding either. But this is:
1 comment:
for the fever i would prescribe more cowbell.
nice shots.
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