Do you ever wish your life were more like a fairy tale? Well mine is.
I don’t say that to sound coy or pretentious. I say that in full recognition of the fact that I live an incredibly privileged life full of all the material and immaterial things anyone could ever ask for. My husband and I are high-school sweet-hearts who re-kindled our love after having gone our separate ways in college. We’ve been dating on and off now for over 14 years and when he proposed in November of 2009 I eagerly said yes. We were married in January of 2012 on a cold, sunny winter day after a fresh-fallen snow. Two years and a few weeks after we said “I do”, we welcomed our little bundle of joy into this world. (It was a far less tranquil arrival than that description alludes to, but I’ll save that for another post…)
But, let’s be honest, babies don’t care about your fairy tale life. He doesn’t care if you’re wearing your favorite pair of designer jeans or the latest trendy blouse – he’s still going to poop that seedy, breast-milk, pea soup-like poop all over it. He doesn’t care that your hair look hideous if you don’t shampoo it at LEAST every other day – he’s still going to fuss at the exact moment you’d planned on taking a shower.
But that’s just it – babies don’t care about all the things you once would have worried about. He doesn’t care if you’re wearing designer jeans and he doesn’t care how greasy your hair is (or even if you have the WORST morning breath in the world when you wake him up with a smothering kiss on his pouty lips). To him, you’re the sun and the moon. You represent all that he needs and wants. You fill his most primal needs. You are the boob (and wow, did THEY get huge!) that feeds him and the heart beat that lulls him to sleep.
My hope is to to capture all of the messy, stressful, hilarious, joyous and hair-pulling moments that can only happen to a first-time mom in Maine. And as I write this, my little milk-monster just woke up screeching for the boob! Alas, duty calls.