The first three weeks or so I learned:

·        The midwife (or doc) will not just take the baby by the ears and pull her out just because they can see hair, no matter how hard you beg and cry out to God.

·        If I am not relaxed, she does not relax (it is much more difficult to feed an anxious baby)

·        It does get easier after the first two weeks.  My emotional break downs significantly lessened after she was two weeks old, I felt like I knew her a bit better.

·        It is possible to miss holding your own baby, even though you did for 22 out of 24 hours just yesterday.

·        Making up cute songs for every diaper change, bath time, or clothing change does not make her stop crying...but yet I don’t stop singing them…

·        Even though I told Jeff I was sorry we were only have one child (during and after delivery), my mind has since changed, though I was pretty darn certain it wouldn’t…

·        Possibly some of the most sincere prayers I have ever prayed have to do with bowel movements (mine, not hers…any postpartum moms? For real.)

·        I have never googled different types of poop as many times as I have these weeks…yellow, green, frothy  seedy…(hers, not mine J )

·        Being a mom-at-home does not mean you have any free time at all (I definitely thought it did prior to this new vocation). Not that I thought it was a walk in the park, but at least emptying the dishwasher I thought would be easier.