No one told me about all the tasks I now need to complete using one hand.
No one told me that I would be feeding a baby for 8-10 hours a day.
No one told me that the nighttime was actually pretty nice.
No one told me that sometimes, I’d pat my belly thinking she was still in there.
No one told me about the Diaper Genie’s trap door of knuckle scraping.
No one told me about the snuggling.
No one told me about the smiles.
No one told me about the pockets of awesome.
All in all, it’s going pretty well. I’m trying to keep up with clients and mothering and I feel I may be letting both parties down.
Yeah, yeah, I know which area is the one to cut back, it’s just tough. See, I already know how to do online stuff, it’s easy to gravitate to. I can write blog posts, I can post photos, I can run email campaigns. I can do those things without the frustration that accompanies wrestling a nipple into a newborn’s mouth.
But figuring out those new parts are part of the fun here. I have had lots of support and that keeps the challenging parts to a minimum.
It’s nice to have James here.
He is working from home this week.
Sadly, he really works from home.
(I was hoping his hard-working streak would break a little.)
My sister arrives Wednesday from Australia to help while she gets situated back in the Bay Area. She’s bringing Australian baby clothes.
She’s bringing a pair of arms.
She’s bringing her beautiful self.
Last week, Brittany generously donated babysitting time so we could go to dinner and see The Batman for my birthday. So necessary, this time alone with James. I felt like a much better lady after I got back. Hooray!






It was fun to hear Chef Henin, with heavy accent and cheerful demeanor, walk through his culinary mentorship history.


