Number Two Versus Number One

I’ve been trying to recall what it was like around here when Lulu was an infant, and honestly, I can’t remember much. The first time around is just so hectic, so scary…so new, it’s hard to recall each moment with any degree of clarity. But after a glass of wine and some scrolling thru old videos and photos, here is what I can tell you:

Number One: Lots and lots of tears. The baby’s, mine, even Trent’s. I swear, I cannot believe they let us leave the hospital with Lu. We had NO IDEA WHAT WE WERE DOING! I mean, to drive a car you have to at least pass a test first, but all you have to do to leave a hospital with a baby is drink too much bourbon and have unprotected sex. I remember the first night (or ten) just bawling uncontrollably from midnight until 7 a.m., wondering if I would ever sleep again. When Trent went back to work and my ever-helpful mother in law left town after a week of helping us, I remember turning into a heap of uncontrollable tears. It was super-sexy.

Number Two: Of course there have been tears, but certainly the amount has decreased significantly. So much of this is due to knowing what to expect this time around. Guess what? Breastfeeding is hard. Like, super-duper hard and it hurts and there will be tears and it will get better. But the getting better takes a few weeks. And knowing that has made such a difference.

Number One: Every gear item was set up before I was thirty weeks pregnant. Diapers in every size were at the ready. Crib was put together, carseat had been inspected by the fire department, highchair was set up and ready to go.

Number Two: Um, we barely had a room, remember? And a highchair? Really, 22 year old Megan? Did you think your infant would be using that right away? I mean, they can’t even control their own necks, how the hell are they supposed to use a high chair? Idiot.

Number One: I miss my friends and my life and wah wah wah life is unfair!

Number Two: Many of my friends have kids of their own, and the ones that don’t? Well, they have been around enough babies now that they don’t seem to mind the entourage under 5 years old that comes with me everywhere I go. Also, don’t underestimate the power of good friends who are willing to come to your house to drink wine and watch bad TV instead of going out to fancy clubs. (I’m talking to you and you and you and you…thank you!)

Number One: My life is so difference from everyone else.

Number Two: My life is pretty much the same as it was yesterday, just with more diapers and less sleep.

Number One: I am in love.

Number Two: Ditto.