One month down..

I can't believe over a month has passed since the birth of the Princess. B.A. (Before Abigail), I used to joke that I was nervous about being a parent. Afterall, I've never owned, let alone, been responsible for something for 18 years! People would laugh when I said that and quickly correct me--that I would be responsible for Abigail for many more than 18 years. The best was when my Mother-in-Law responded by saying that, afterall, Peter is 35 years old and she was still responsible for him! That certaintly made me wonder how she really feels about me as a daughter-in-law and how I "take care" of Peter...but that is a whole other post of it's own.....

But seriously, while we have hit some sort of groove in caring for Abby, I get the sense that we have a false sense of security...one doesn't really know what lurks behind the next corner...teething? night terrors? separation anxiety? terrible 2's? terrible 3's? another child? (OMG!--not yet! once again, a whole other post of it's own), etc...

Our latest hurdle has been a cold that I am fighting and have no doubt given to Abigail. Poor baby is clearly feeling less than perfect due to my awful sneezing, coughing, etc...the guilt sets in very early, doesn't it? Oh well....I thought that I would stop pumping breast milk this week--but given that she is feeling under the weather, as am I, she needs the breast milk more than ever...so another week we go...

As we are entering month 2, the change in Abigail is overwhelming. She is really beginning to interact more..as evidenced by her alertness, smiling and cooing. It really takes the sting out of the sleep deprivation and feelings of incompetence. What amazes me most about motherhood so far, is that no matter how powerful and competent individual you are in the adult world, all it takes is a crying and screaming 7lb baby to bring you to your knees...