Getting into the groove

Madeline sleeping in her favorite spot, on my chest.

I cant believe Madeline is already 7 weeks old. Even in that short time she has changed so much. She is more alert and stays awake a little longer now. She is also getting better at holding up her head and pushing up on her arms. And when she opens her mouth it is no longer just to let out a little raspy cry, she now has started to coo a bit. Motherhood at first was quite overwhelming but now I feel like I am getting into the groove. Its basically a routine of diaper change, eat, sleep and repeat. Of course there are other things to do in between such as wash bottles (I am doing a combination of breastfeeding and formula, who knew breastfeeding would turn out to be so difficult) and various other things but everything takes second fiddle to Madeline. One thing is for certain, I feel that I have become more responsible in the last 7 weeks than I had ever been in the past thirty-something years. Its crazy how much everything changes when a baby comes into the picture. I no longer live for me, I live for her. Instead of thinking that I want to eat healthy because I want to lose weight and look good, I think that I want to eat healthy so that eventually I can set a good example for my daughter and so I can live longer for her. Life now seems so much more precious than it did in the past.


Madeline's first bath.

Well, although I think that I am comfortably getting into the groove of motherhood, there are still a few things that elude me. Such as how to time the diaper change just right so as not to put a brand new diaper on Maddie before she has had time to finish pooping in the previous diaper. That never ends well. She either soils the brand new diaper that I just put on her or finishes the deed on the changing table. The latter is always my personal favorite. Another task that is giving me a run for my money is bathing the poor kid. As an adult getting into the bathtub is an everyday harmless event, but to an infant, its like risking life and limb. There are too many perils. What if she could gets too cold? What if I accidently drop her? I dont want to drown her. The water could be too hot or too cold. And of course as I am bathing her and worrying about all of these scenarios, it doesnt help that she is screaming bloody murder, making the situation all that worse. Luckily for me, Daniel has the nerves of steel and has bravely stepped up to the plate to be the bather, for now. I will get over my fear soon I am sure.