I’m in love with my daughter. The creepy weepies have passed, and I feel more confident as a mother. Yesterday, we ventured out into the world – just the two of us.
It was only a quick trip to Publix, but I did it all by myself. We’ve been spoiled having K around so much. Today, we’re hitting the post office (great-grandparents need updated pictures) and UPS to return a few things.
Microwave sterilizer? Waaaaay to hard to work; the microwave bags are so much easier. It’s funny the things I thought I needed, and the stuff I had no idea about. Like microwave bags. I have four boxes of breast pads. I only have one tube of desitin. Thank goodness for Amazon.com.
We’re nowhere close to a schedule, but K and I are developing an easy trade-off of sorts. He takes from 10 pm to 2 am; I take from 2 to 5. Its good, really good. The other day, K’s dad said something about “daddy babysitting.” K isn’t babysitting, he’s parenting. And he’s amazing.
I like this. I like waking up in the morning, after not holding her for a few hours, and picking her up. She’s like a gift.