I know, I'm terrible right? Luring you into this post with a cute baby picture, then walloping you over the head with a picture of my swollen sad schnoz (I guess technically my nose-shot should be the shot and the cute baby should be the chaser though?). I swear I'm not posting this as a pity-post! It's just how things are this week. Anyway, Wednesday was better than
Thursday Tuesday (I can't even keep my days straight). My mom, BLESS HER, has been taking care of Freddie here at our house instead of hers so she could also take care of me. So basically she's been taking care of TWO BABIES. My mom is a saint. Insert wine emoji + halo emoji here!
But less about me and more about me, right?
Parenthood does weird things to you. I haven't been able to do much with Freddie since I've been on a lot of painkillers and very wobbly on my feet, plus she's had a recent fascination with people's faces...particularly noses, which nooooooo. So, I haven't been able to hold her much, and I've been sleeping away from our bedroom on the couch downstairs (which you'd think would be amazing, but is actually kind of lonely), but finally tonight she was fussy and so I offered to change her.
"I can do it very carefully!" I insisted, and it was like getting a small shot of feel-good-ness. Yes, I've become that person who says they're happy to change a small sad wet diaper baby. But I hadn't held her much over the past few days and I needed a cuddle however I could get one.