Time flies! Cameron is one month old today, and that's hard to believe. I've had one of the most rewarding months to date- and I've learned a lot about babies- and myself. A few notes to share:
1. Any question I might have had about how to be a good parent or how to take care of an infant flew out the window the second he entered the world. Instinct kicked in when I realized that I am the lifeline to this kid, and pretty much everything from then on came pretty naturally.
2. Diaper Changes can leave you caught off guard. (This is especially true with a boy). I was peed on several times before we even brought the little guy home from the hospital. At home when we put him on the changing table for the first time, he peed ALL over the wall. I tried to clean it up as it trickled down the wall, and in the process learned that he also has explosive, projectile poop (hey, not trying to be graphic here, just spitting the truth). That's right. Poop all over the basket full of wipes and diapers, and the adjacent wall. Talk about a mess. All this while trying to console an infant with flailing legs and who hasn't quite gotten used to the idea of diaper changes yet. We've since outsmarted him by putting a washcloth over his peepee, but you gotta stay on top of your game when it comes to poop.
3. Speaking of the latter, when he does pee (or poop, or vomit, or sneeze...) all over me, it doesn't seem to phase me since it's my own kid, and he happens to be so darn cute.
4. Cameron can "pretend" sleep. This usually occurs when I'm holding him and he falls asleep in my arms, and just when I think it's OK to set him down.... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! He can be a little faker, and if he could talk, he'd probably say something like "haha, mom! You thought I was sleeping! Next time, you'll think twice about putting me down!"
5. Having a baby means eating soggy cereal most mornings. And sometimes it means not brushing your teeth until 3 o'clock in the afternoon. When I have 20 free minutes it often means deciding between taking a shower and going hungry, or eating and having to smell funky all day. Or, take a nap and be hungry and smelly.
6. In college, I thought I had sleep deprivation. HA! The new me would have laughed the old me in the face. I would often skip my 8 o'clock class because I had stayed up until midnight working on a project. I'd give my right arm to get that sleep schedule back.
7. And speaking of arms, it sure would be nice to have a third one. Specifically to reach things when I'm holding the baby with both hands and can't free one up. It would be even NICER if I had super powers like that of Mary Poppins. Remember she could just "snap" her fingers and things would go back into place? I could sit and feed Cameron while sitting on the couch, and snap my fingers and have a sparkling clean house and dinner on the table. Spit Spot!!
8. Cameron doesn't seem to mind morning breath. Every morning we greet Cameron with big, breathy smiles and kisses, and he just smiles back. If it were me I'd send Dad straight to the bathroom for a double dose of minty Listerine before a kiss!