There are two kinds of people in this world...
She was all, "oh I love this snuggly little newborn stage. Everything is so sweet and I enjoy it so much."
Then I was all, "oh I hated the newborn stage. It made me feel like a crazy person."
Then she was all, *blink* ... *blink*
Yup. Mighty fine conversation we had there about babies.
The memories of Aspen's first few weeks are getting less painful, but I still thank the heavens above she didn't get permanently stuck in that stage of life. You know, like in Groundhog Day or something.
I'll never, ever forget how horrible it was when she wouldn't eat. She wouldn't eat with me, and she wouldn't eat from a bottle (probably because the formula we received from the hospital was recalled DUE TO BUGS). I'll never, ever forget how horrible it was when she wouldn't sleep. She would lay swaddled in her bouncy chair and Kev or I would fall asleep rocking that stupid thing with one hand. I'll never, ever forget how horrible it was when she wouldn't stop screaming. Thankfully, it was only on an occasional bad day, but it was enough to make me want to peel my ears off my head and swallow them whole.
What I'm trying to say is that for me, having a newborn was the hardest thing I've ever experienced in my life. So if your newborn is driving you crazy, then I'm the gal to call. I won't judge. I won't think you're a bad parent. I won't tell you not to worry.I will listen. And I will show you Aspen, who is living proof that newborns grow up. And so will you.