- That I would memorize every inch of my son’s body, every facial expression, and each little quirk immediately.
- That bibs look like capes when turned around backwards.
- That I would laugh off the times I get peed on or spit up on (even if it’s only because that’s the only way to maintain sanity through the moment it occurs).
- That I could have entire conversations (yes, plural) about the baby’s bodily fluids. And care about those conversations.
- That it’s possible to be so proud (and relieved) when he finally burps
- That even when I’m running off less than 4 hours of sleep, I’d still rather sit up and stare at Logan’s face than go to bed.
- That parenthood means a range of emotions from awe to frustration to helplessness to failure to pride to love to amazement…. Sometimes in less than 30 seconds.
- That parenthood also means sometimes having to choose between comforting a screaming baby and going to the bathroom. Or eating. Or any other basic function that used to take precedence.
- That every parent needs a live-in pediatrician.
10. That everything about this whole process is a miracle.
I agree completely with every one of these. It’s nice to know someone else feels the same way. I’m impressed you had time to put these realizations into words. Nicely done. 🙂
Aw, you should submit that to Parenthood(?) magazine or something. Very nice.