Now that I have finally gotten through the epic saga that was our birth story (sorry it was so long!), what's going on with the rest of our life?
Well, I think that's why the birth story ended up so long because really, nothing else is going on. Marlowe poops, and pees, and eats, and screams, and even occasionally sleeps. As of last week we are able to take (short) walks, and we also met with the ladies from my yoga class and their babies for playgroup.
We are slowly adjusting to life with M. And by adjusting I mean grumbling reluctantly forward waiting for the good stuff. I mean, there is some good stuff, but really newborns are not very exciting or fun. In the last week or so she has actually become somewhat pleasant during some of her awake time, so that's nice, but she still refuses to play Scrabble with me.
I'm trying really hard to live in the moment and "enjoy this time, they're only little for so long" but I'm dying for her to smile. I have always been a sucker for feedback, and I find it difficult to be working so hard keeping her alive without any indication about whether I'm doing it correctly (except for the fact that she is, indeed, alive).
Right now, in spite of all the apparatuses (I super wanted that to say "appariti" but apparently that's incorrect) we have procured for her to sleep and play in, she really only wants to nap ON one of us. Night time is fabulous, she sleeps pretty great in her pack and play, but daytime is all cuddle time. And screaming time. And as awesome as it is to cuddle with her, I really have a lot of shit to do around here, Kid, ~ahem~ laundry ~ahem~ so please start sleeping elsewhere. K, thx, bye.