Approximately 8 years and 5 days ago, as Ali and I drove a screaming 2–day-old Maya home from the hospital for the first time, I realized one thing:
Labor is a piece of cake. The problems start when you have to take care of an actual baby.
When Maya was 3 days old I realized other things:
- Wipe and bottle warmers only lead to expectations.
Cheap diapers are a bad idea.
3 am infomercials selling sleep training DVD’s are just wrong. And mean. (And yet I succumbed?)
When Maya was 4 days old I realized even more things:
- A good stroller is a smart investment.
- A sturdy swing is an even better investment.
- Buying batteries in bulk – so the swing never stops – is the only way.
When Maya was a week old I realized she’d be an only child. Forever.
So aside from my usual negativity you may be wondering what the point of this post is. Well, not much.
Except that I just want to say – to all the other mothers out there who may be struggling – that all children eventually turn 8.
They are actually sometimes very much enjoyable.