Baby Amelia made her grand debut in the wee hours of February 2nd. We are home and well and all adjusting to Life With Baby (some of us better than others.)
(Cue Meat Loaf’s “It’s All Coming Back to Me Now” please.)
There’s something about the toxic mix of hormones, being up at very strange hours, absolutely no schedule or routine, visitors, nursing, diapers, and February snow/darkness that creates a very surreal, heady, and otherworldly feeling. To go from understanding–with perfect clarity–how murder/suicides happen to being awash in complete and total contentedness from one moment to the next is something that only new mothers experience. I could be wrong, of course, but don’t you dare tell me that to my face right now; the “baby blues” manifest themselves in a terrible, sudden, deadly and quite irrational way for me.
My heart is bursting and breaking all at once. Welcome to motherhood!