Sleepyhead

Some days, simply waking up feels like my biggest accomplishment.

I knew sleep would be hard to come by once the baby

was born, but it's so much harder than i thought.

Bleary eyes, dark circles, jungle woman hair and clothes covered in spit-up.

I mean seriously, I hoped i would keep it more together.

A shower has become the best part of my day;

when i can clean myself up, put the pieces back together,

and take time to revel in the sweet moments of the day.

When I emerge, I feel a bit more whole;

a bit more like myself.

In the shower I can think, I can breathe, I can re-connect to the 

part of myself that sometimes gets lost in the chaos of the day.

Come on tired little body, come on, up up up!

And then i hear my baby stirring in his bassinett next to our bed and i know that no matter how comfortable my bed is, the day is starting and my baby-shaped alarm clock won't wait.

So, up it is.

At all hours, my body is a baby eat-all-you-want buffet.

Somehow

pre-baby

i had never considered this notion.

And it's realization is both beautiful and terrifying.

My body feeds his body.

Woah.

After baby eats, burps, has a fresh diaper and takes his first cat nap of the day, i make my day's most fateful decision:

do i stay up and get some things accomplished?

OR

do i go back to that warm, fresh cotton bed?

Each day the answer is different and suddenly the days are flying by and i can't believe i've already survied my (almost) first two months of motherhood!

Whether i go back to bed or not,

i feel accomplished.

♥

Rae