Whenever I think of being a mother, I think about cooking dinner, going to school activities, making bumps and bruises feel better ect. But I've quickly learned the first couple of weeks/months will be nothing close to that. In the past couple of days I've gotten minimal sleep, been peed on twice, spit up on, stopped in the middle of a shower and so forth. No, not because of Morgan... it's my son, Henry. THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD! He's been a little fussy lately and it's so hard! I'd do anything for this guy. If he could talk and told me he wanted a car and cried that sad little cry... I'd go buy him one. Seriously. His cry is cute but I'd do anything to see those big eyes look up at me for 10 minutes longer with satisfaction.
Last night he finally let me sleep some. It meant me having him in my arms all night but I don't mind that so much. I'm worried that I might mind it in a couple of weeks though... It's kind of fun being on someone else's schedule. When he naps I either nap too or get something around the house done. Not a bad life. Morgan is SWAMPED with his last week of school. But he always tries to get home as soon as possible so he can see his male heir :) Hopefully today will be a better day than yesterday. Christmas music here I come!