Elspeth is ten days old today. Here are the things I've learnt in the last ten days:
- Babies are messy, but somehow their mothers don't actually mind the spit-ups and poop.
Being a mother is also messy - you don't truly appreciate maternity pads and nursing pads until you have a child.
Babies don't always have a reason for crying, and you can't always fix them.
Absolutely everybody will make you feel guilty if you contemplate using formula instead of breastmilk, even just sometimes for convenience.
Everybody will also make you feel terrible if your baby isn't always sleeping flat on her back.
Babies can't tell the difference between feeling hungry and having gas pains - so I have no idea if I'm feeding her when I should be burping her, or vice versa.
Post-natal depression and hormonal changes really are a bitch, even in very mild cases.
It's extremely difficult to concentrate on studying once a baby has entered the equation.
There are probably more things, but I don't remember. My once-sharp brain is turning to mush. Aidan tells me I'm coping well and am a good mother, but I don't feel like it. I guess I need more practice.