You think your ready for it, motherhood. Pwhaw. Whatever. It’s sort of similar to, well, er…. your first day of high school except the cool new uniform is replaced by leaky boobs and stretchies, and the new school is the whole world and oh, the main aim is not to pass but to keep a brand new human being alive. Pwhaw… did I say that already?
My first born daughter is 4 weeks and 1 day old today. Cute? Yes. Tiring? Sometimes. Hard work? Damn straight skippy. This motherhood shenanigan is definately a learn on the job kind of scenario, plus there are a whole heap of wonderful-read-weird-and-mostly-painful-or-embarrassing things that no-one ever mentions. Until now that is…
4 weeks down the line and my tummy has flattened considerably, my boobs leak atleast once an hour, I am still trying to write my birth story and most of my housework goes untouched because I am either too busy or too tired to care. *sigh*
Not to mention that I gave birth and live in my new country roughly the other side of the world from my home country.
No-one said it would be easy, they just said it would be worth it. I hope they know what they were talking about.
PS: What’s the story with babies and crappy nappies? How can one tiny person produce that much excrement? It’s astounding…. really.
