Being pregnant was the easiest part... Yes i "knew" i was carrying a child and that within the next nine months i would be holding that child and my every moment from that point on would be dedicated to this small human, but i didn't "know" that such a small person could cry so loud, poop so much, and need more than i thought i could give. My mother had once told me that being in the hospital was the best time because you have help from the nurses, well... my experience was completely different. I had just given birth to this tiny, beautiful boy, my son, and all i wanted was to be alone with him a cherish those precious moments but the hospital nurses were constantly in and out of the room. Waking him, waking me, turning on the lights etc... I couldn't wait to get home and spend time with him without him being taken from me every hour...But then i got home, So what do i do now? Why is he crying? i just fed him, his diaper isn't wet! Whats wrong?...
I'm exhausted..sleep? That word doesn't exist in your personal dictionary anymore, so don't even think about it! Lights on...Lights off...Lights on...Lights off, 12 am...hes up, 1 am...hes up,2 am...hes up, Will morning ever come?!
