So I have noticed I'm changed. Things are…different now that I have multiple children. I can't help but think back at just how different I do things now…
Must take a shower. Bundle baby up as tightly as possible to mimic womb. Put in secure location, free from where anything can fall on baby or where baby could possibly roll over, even though baby is 2 weeks old.
Make sure diaper is totally clean, baby is recently fed, and that the phone is turned off as to not startle baby. Run, strip, jump into shower. Two minutes into shower, hear baby start to whimper, (why would baby be crying? something must be wrong!) finish washing hair (no conditioner, no time!) shaving, washing off and jump out of shower in time to see baby doing nothing. Whew. Potential crisis adverted.
Put baby in middle of bed. Get into shower. About 5 minutes into shower, hope that baby starts to cry so you know everything is ok. 10 minutes into shower, hear baby crying and breath sigh of relief knowing baby is ok. Let baby cry for 5 more minutes until done with shower.
Items on hand when baby comes home from hospital… all perfectly organized in babies immaculate room:
2 month supply of diapers. Baby eventually grows out of this size after 3 weeks.
4 different kinds of formula just in case don't get breast milk in and baby doesn't like certain formulas.
10 varieties of nipples for bottles.
27 different varieties of nuks.
1,792 different outfits in sizes ranging from preemie to 2T. Just in case. All organized by size, season, color, and price.
Make sure get a few shirts (with hospital name on them) and burp clothes and diapers and hats from hospital.
See if you have any leftover diapers from first kids that fit.
Must eat. Make sure baby is dry, fed, and sleeping and start making myself sandwich. Use lots of mayo as special treat. Turkey, lettuce, fresh cut tomato, Monterey jack cheese, and even toast the bread for a moment. Put sandwich on plate, get out some yummy, salty, greasy potato chips, a can of Pepsi, and sit down to enjoy first real lunch in a week.
Hear baby whimper…run to baby and proceed to cuddle him for 2 hours so you never have to hear that sad cry again. Forget about food. Sandwich goes bad. Give it to husband for dinner.
Order pizza. Hear baby start crying as eating 3rd slice of pizza. Hurry up and eat 2 more slices then run and get baby. Rock baby and eat one more slice of pizza.
Prepare yourself mentally for extended family to arrive. They are all going to want to hold baby. MY precious baby. The baby that needs to bond to me and love me and be mine. Put baby in cutest possible outfit and comb her 3 hairs and wipe her precious baby skin clean and then put baby lotion on it so she especially smells like a new baby. Baby's ready for visitors.
Extended family arrive. Let each greedy grandma hold baby for approximately 3.2 minutes each then snatch baby back and claim you have to nurse or that only you can sooth baby's whimpers.
Ask the nurse that brought you your dinner if she wants to hold baby while you eat your pudding.
Consider making same offer to FedEx delivery guy.
You realize that you were not capable of this much love. Your heart is bursting with affection and adoration and genuine love for this precious little bundle.
You realize that you were right.
And the love grows…right along with your family.