Selective Memory

I was thinking about it today, and I've already really forgotten how much labor sucked. I feel basically healed, and with that last bit of physical evidence of the trauma of delivery out of the way it's starting to seem like it was no biggie. That took less than 4 weeks, for the record.

Meanwhile, I'm finding the early stages of parenthood less than totally thrilling. She isn't doing a whole lot yet to be interested in, but all that not doing much is taking up all my time and energy. I had hoped to set up dinner for tonight, but that kind of fell apart this morning when she decided not to take her morning nap. She wasn't a very happy awake baby, though, and I was feeling pretty much at my wits end when she finally went down at about 1:00 PM. Then I had to do laundry because we were out of plastic pants and she'd need a diaper change when she woke up. That meant I didn't get to take my nap right then, which is bad because she's usually fussy after her 3:00 feeding. Thank God, Gavin came home a bit early and was able to entertain her after that feeding while I grabbed an hour of sleep. By then it was 5:30, and she was wanting another meal. I considered it a triumph to shove her back in Gavin's arms and head out to the pharmacy and Quiznos to pick up dinner. Yes friends, the highlight of my day was driving to Walgreens.

Actually, that's not true. The highlight of my day was the few precious minutes of cuddling her after she'd eaten and was content. I'm sure when I look back on this in a month or two, what I'll remember is that cuddle and not the near-despair of the next two hours. Memory is funny that way.