I always poo-pooed the people who told me, "You'll have your hands full with that baby!"
What? It's a baby! It can't go anywhere... it eats, stares at stuff, cries, sleeps, repeat. "Those" people must be easily flummoxed. I'll be rolling in free time.
Mmm. Yes. Well. I stand corrected..... on top of a pile of laundry & dishes & unmailed ThankYou notes, with a baby on one boob, a breast pump on the other, a pail of diapers in hand, a spare paci dangling from my teeth, and client orders balancing on my unwashed head.
Here's the truth, it's not hard work... it's just a lot of little things that only leave you with time to get things done in 45 minute intervals every three hour cycle. During one of those 45 minute intervals, you look around at the To Do List and think, "Dear god, I need a nap!" because you never sleep more than 2.5 hrs at a stretch. During the next cycle you think, "I guess I should eat..." not because you care, but just to keep your milk supply up. During the next you think, "I need to pump!" so you can build your frozen milk stash in case you die or ever want to be more than 5 feet from your baby for more than 2 hrs in the coming year. Oh yeah, and the dog should eat and go out... and visiting my friend, the Toilet, has to happen in there somewhere. By this time you're 9hrs in, thanking God you wore your excercise clothes to bed so, if anyone comes over, it looks like you got dressed this morning.
But here's the good news: My whole life I've berated & hated myself for not doing enough. For the first time, I can honestly look at the debacle around me and think, "I'm AWESOME!!! I am single handedly sustaining life in a human!!" Oh, and PS, I made it too. =) With my belly. Hands free.
And I typed this whole post with one hand... because, you guessed it, I'm nursing.
(As you can clearly see, these pictures were taken by me, and have nothing to do with this post.)